Haven't figured out yet how to transfer anything as yet (tips & tricks are appreciated), so it's fairly empty so far.
My 43rd year has concluded, and I begin my 44th year of my ongoing mission to seek out new challenges & new experiences in my life as an adult and a parent.
Updates of Important findings from the past year are as follows:
I’ve known her for 20 years and been married to her for 16, and I am still completely & utterly in love with my Co-Captain in all things, Debbi . For whom I would travel without hesitation to the “Second star to the right & straight on til morning”.
The indigenous life (RE: Jonathan) is nearing its 13th year of life with many changes occurring : It has sprouted up in height, now officially taller than one of its parental units (Deb, I’m looking at you . It has also reached the stage where its voice is dropping & randomly generating seemingly odd vocal squeaks while speaking as it matures from its younger form into a young adult. Additionally there are VERY controllable & sometimes purposefully unintelligible &semi-unresponsive grunts, as it strives to become more independent & wants to do things its own way instead of as requested by its Captain(s)! We have also noticed a proclivity for constantly eating whatever food it can get its hands on, thereby depleting the food stores. Even the replicators are having a hard time keeping up!
We obtained a new Starship (RE: car) this year, which replaced our prior ship. After 11 years, 150K-plus miles, a destroyed/rebuilt front left quarter, 3 damaged/replaced rear bumpers, & a few other repairs, it was time for a new one. Our new vehicle is still in its shakedown cruise period, and we are expecting that the oncoming Ionic Storms (RE: Snow) and Spatial Disturbances (RE: Ice) will sufficiently put it through its paces.
My assignment with my current workplace is still going strong. I am just about to complete my third year, and looking forward to the next. There were some concerns over the Warp Engine Intermix ratio (RE: splitting of specific sub-companies out of the larger corporation, into their own separate component entities), but Engineering appears to have gotten this under control and for the most part should completely sorted out in the next 2-3 months.
So overall, things are generally good, Ship Shape, and Life moves on into another year.
End Personal Log.
After I grew up & became an adult, birthdays generally for me (minus a few very special ones) are "just another day". Don't get me wrong, I always appreciate the sentiment & yes I realize that I am another year older, but what I mean by that is usually I don't feel any different than the day before. Today is different, and I'm not especially happy with the reason why. I ended my 42nd year in an argument with my son. Not just any argument, but one where I "blew a gasket" (verbally only) in anger. I'm not going to get into the details of the argument, but suffice it to say, it was a slow escallation of annoyances between him & I, and then he said something that struck a very sharp nerve with me, and off the rails I went. The words that I said to him in return, letting him know what he did wrong and how wrong it was for him to say it weren't hurtful in themselves, but with the level of anger that I was at, the "presentation" most certainly was. Thankfully, after a few moments of this, cooler heads prevailed, but not until after my hands were shaking, and Jonathan was in tears. It dialed back further, and it ended with us uncomfortably hugging it out, him still in tears.
So today, how do I feel?
Sad, that I let my (thankfully rare but explosive) anger get the better of me.
Embarrased, with myself because it got the better of me with my son as "the target" .
Old, because these are the types of moments from my childhood that I promised myself that I would never repeat with my own child, and yet here we are.
"Happy" 43rd birthday to me....
Thankfully, we were nowhere near any of the recent senseless shootings that have been in the news, nor the bombings that just happened at the Boston Marathon. Yet, understandably our 11 year old son, Jonathan is scared. Hell, I AM scared at these events unfolding around us as of late. After he found out what had happened, the three of us talked about it for a little bit, but in just a few minutes it became very apparent that he was noticeably shaken by it, and he asked if we could stop talking about it. So we did, yet he could not stop himself from either going online or changing the TV channel away from the cartoon network, to follow the developing story. He even asked me to not go out to rehearsal tonight “just to be safe”. I was heartbroken that he was that scared to see me go. I explained that I wasn’t going to be anyw...here near what was going on, and that I was as safe as I could be, and while that seemed to suffice, I could tell he was still apprehensive about my leaving.
In response to this tragedy, there is a quote from Fred Rogers that is making the rounds: “look for the Helpers”. This is a wonderful sentiment true, but to a child who just doesn’t quite comprehend anything other than the facts that a lot of people were killed and/or hurt, and someone did it, well to me, even Mr. Rogers doesn’t cut it.
I have to admit, the questions about sex, drugs, and making the right decisions as he grows up, right now seem simple in comparison. I’m extremely sad right now, obviously for those that have killed/injured/affected in anyway by this, but also because I honestly don’t know how to answer his question: “Will it be ok?”
Thankfully I am not referring to my son. Who, am I referring to , you might ask? My Sister-in-Law's son. When ever he comes over (we are babysitting him this evening through tomorrow morning), he is this mean, vindictive little boy, who has picked up on the nastiness that is given off by his mother & father (mainly toward each other, they never married, but when they split up a few years ago, it might as well have been a "bitter divorce", and to this day, they deal VERY poorly with each other). A good example of this nastiness that he has picked up on, can be best shown, by the fact that his mother (who dropped him off) mentioned something to us, while her son was in earshot, that he shouldn't have heard, and then later this evening when his father called to wish him a good night, he immediately "tattletaled" on his mother to his father, so that it could be used against her.
But, that as an aside, whenever he comes over, not only is he difficult to deal with, but Jonathan immediatly switches into a defensive mode, and basically becomes instantly opposed to ANYTHING that his cousin wants to do. It becomes a battle just to get the two of them behave themselves, nonetheless to get along for more than 10 minutes at a time. He is constantly trying to do things to get Jonathan in trouble, or just flat out doing things in a mean and smart*ss manner, with a smirk on his face that quite clearly means "I'm going to do what I want, and f*ck you while I do". There are not many 7 year olds that know this look, but he has it down pat. Unfortunately, yet another "pickup" from his parents. Now, outside our home, he may, and very likely does get away with that behaviour with his own parents, but not the hell in our home!
Over the years, my interactions with my sister in law have cooled to the point where we deal relatively well with each other, and thankfully, she only asks us to babysit her son, once in a blue moon, but over the past few years, as he has grown up, he has just become more nasty & mean. It's never a pleasant experience dealing with him.
But what can one in my position do? Tell my sister-in-law that her son is a royal terror/ PITA & I don't want her son to have anything to do with my own son? I'm at a loss on this one.
Earlier today, we were driving on the Alewife parkway, past Cambridge, heading toward Rt 93, on a particularly curvy section of the road. There was a man on a motorcycle in front of us who must have hit a patch of leaves or a slick spot on the road because in the blink of an eye, he went from upright, to down on his right side, sparks flying out behind him, coming from the side of his bike that was skidding on the road. I watched this in horror & slammed on the brakes to not run into/over him, and with much relief we came to a stop with a car length to spare! I hit on the hazards, stopping all traffic behind me and jump out to help him. This guy thankfully had all the right gear on, and although he is shaken up, he is already standing up & trying to pick up his bike. Another person from the side of the road also reaches the guy, at the same time I do, and we all push his bike off to the side of the road, the handlebars are definitely askew, and bike is leaking some sort of fluid, he's not driving it away, but THANKFULLY, he was walking away from it, no worse for the wear.
I've never seen a motorcycle go down before, other than in the movies, and the fact that it happened right in front of me, scared the hell out of me. I never got his name, but when he thanked me & shook my hand, the look of relief, and gratitude was very apparent on his face. I'm SO glad that I had the quick reflexes to stop in time, and then my wits about me to get out there and help, and most importantly, that he was ok.