Atomictumor

I’m sitting in the back yard, with the laptop on my lap, as the sun goes down and the crickets chirp up their always crescendoing music of late summertime business. I’ve spent the last five minutes actually on Myspace, of all places, leaving as cryptic as I can come up with messages on peoples things, and wondering exactly why it is that I’ve been doing that, while surrounded by nature’s cacophony, with the vague feeling that ants are crawling down my pants.

To say that my day was wonderful would be a sublime understatement, I had the nicest day, following the nicest weekend. I had planned for an extra day to be added to my Labor Day (which, I still maintain, is a communistic holiday, so fly your flags all day long but remember ol’ AT telling you to thank Karl Marx for it), to coincide with the day off that the ladyfriend (which, I haven’t maintained yet, but might just start, isn’t the best name for her on this thing, but she’s not very forthcoming in coming up with a new one) had, and we had some sort of vague idea of going up to her family lakehouse.

Which we did, and had a lovely time.

I’ve been seeing The Beauty all around me quite often lately, as it seems that most everything is slipping nicely into place. The only real iron in the fire is the vague feeling that my parenting is lousy, but from what I’ve always heard from the good parents, if you think you’re a lousy parent, you’re actually doing a good job. I think its the same kind of thinking applied to if you think you can breath underwater, you actually can, except that drowning is not supposed to be involved.

I digress.

No, work is going very nicely. The ladyfriend and I are getting along very well and overcoming many of those interesting, varied, and unnamed obstacles involved in being a widower dating (and dating a widower, which I wouldn’t really wish on a tick). The kids like her, the friends like her, the family (thats met her) like her, and most importantly, I like her, quite a bit.

Peachy keen.

So, point is, we had a damn good day. As I sit out here, vaguely wishing I had a beer, or a coffee, or something nice in my hand, I’m waiting on her to show back up over here, where we have some sort of plan of watching Kill Bill or something like that.

Yep. A peaceful easy feeling, except I hate (as The Dude before me did) the f—ing Eagles.

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Today was Pigpen’s first soccer practice, and he ran around like a champ. Its so amazingly fun to watch the joy of a 5 year old in action.

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Oh yeah, I completely forgot, one of the reasons I’m in such a great mood is that I found out, while tooling on myspace, that Christabel and the Jons are going to be at Oodles again on Friday night. Sounds good to me. And yes, they’re one of my Myspace friends. See, I’m kinda connected.