April 10, 2011 – Punching Bag

When the storms come, it is usually without recognizable warnings. The wind kicks up quick and the clouds burst malevolent buckets of rain. Thunder booms uncontrollably and lightning strikes everywhere more than once. Tepid air becomes heavy making breathing difficult. Without the necessary oxygen getting where it needs to, all sorts of misfires and brown-outs start to occur.

Riding the storm out in a padded shelter is not an option. The light still needs to be on in the lighthouse, the pantry needs to be stocked and the hatches won’t batten themselves. There’s isn’t an umbrella big enough to protect everyone and I can never find my raincoat in time.

So, I end up drenched, buckled-over and pissed off.

All before the actual rain begins to fall…

April 7, 2011 – Marking Decades

3,648 days ago, I was not-so-patiently anticipating the birth of our daughter.

And now, 5 days away from her birthday, she is not-so-patiently anticipating her 10th Birthday.

I am so overwhelmed by the fact that my baby girl danced into our lives nearly a decade ago, that I am paralyzed to do anything at all that falls below perfection to show her how positively grateful I am that she is my daughter and the most important girl in the universe.

beautiful brown hair
has she, daughter of my dreams
strong spirit eyes shine

April 5, 2011 – Earlier Today

Time line:

5:30 AM – After second snooze is insufficient and alarm actually goes off, I force myself to get up out of bed and hop on the mini-elliptical for 45 minutes. Feeling a bit reluctant and sluggish, like a snail headed towards the salt mines.

11:30 AM – Following a series of extremely annoying technical difficulties, it was time for a break. Off to the gym to run a couple of miles feeling like a humpback trapped in a tiger trapped in a mouse stuck on a wheel going nowhere in a black hole.

1:30 PM – The sneezing began again as if I am in yet another episode of the Twilight Zone where all the world has disappeared and the air has been replaced with nothing more than tree spores that I am allergic to.

3:30 PM – Still sneezing and my hunger resembles a craving pregnant hippo who hasn’t eaten in a week miles from the nearest edible healthy snack and yet surrounded by trees that I am allergic to but cannot eat.

6:00 PM – Finally home and scarfed down pasta and pork for dinner like a kid raised by wolves separated from the pack without food in a forest of trees I am allergic to.

9:00 PM – Kleenex stuffed up my nose following another failed attempt to stop the snot faucet by way of antihistamine surrounded by wads and wads of tissue, probably made from trees that I am allergic to, feeling more and more like a spastic sprinkler head turned full blast sputtering every few seconds as someone steps on my hose repeatedly as a cruel joke because I am surrounded by trees I am allergic to!