Gosh, it’s been so rainy lately.
Two cloudbursts in one day. And I got caught in a massive one yesterday that left me absolutely saturated from above the knees down.
I haven’t really had time or energy lately to be on the bike — or to do anything for that matter. Between transporting my son to and from school, and speech therapy, dinner, bath time and bed, all I ever seem to have time for anymore is staring at the ceiling at night wondering where my time went.
Parenthood can be isolating. Scratch that — fatherhood can be isolating.
Good news — I officially graduated with my BA in June. So yay — go me.
Life is going by faster and faster. I don’t really care, because after college it’s all pretty much downhill. I’ve definitely decided not to have any more children in life than the one I’ve got, and I’m considering surgically making it so. Additional children are way too much trouble and expense in times like these. One is the new many.
I should be way more excited to have been conferred my Bachelors degree, but… with the economy and my career track being how it is, I’m just glad to be out of that financial bear trap called college. Socially, it’s awesome, but I was never really into academia.
I’m really sad that I haven’t been able to get on the bike nearly as much as I’d like. I’ve spent a lot of time and money, effort and heartache to get the bike exactly where I want it to be, only to have circumstance steal my time. But, one day my little one will not be so time-intensive. But I don’t really believe that. Parenting is all-consuming. So if it works out that things get better, great. But until then, I’m looking forward to being an empty-nester.
The euphoria of graduation has been subsumed by…Kidletville.
I’m not really myself right now — I’m tired. But, if I don’t write now, I’m not going to write. So, I write.
Life is happening so fast… so fast… all I want to do is sleep. No wonder people take things like coffee and such to stay awake. But I don’t want to stay awake.
I always suspected that life after college sucked. But I have a plan. It’s a flimsy plan, moving to CO to seek a better life, but everything is riding on it.
Fuck… September is almost gone. It is gone, actually. What goals and dreams have I accomplished? Any?
Jeez, real life sucks… I wish I felt more lively. Maybe when I go back out west.
