Borrowed Wisdom

I love finding treasure troves at random.

A week ago Saturday I was at the local branch of my public library to pick up a Dummies book on ice hockey.  (Yes, I’m making yet another attempt to grow an interest in the NHL.  So far this one is sticking a little bit.)  While I was there, I reached over and grabbed The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Backpacking and Hiking.  I thought it would be vaguely interesting, and it was.  But while I was in that section, my eyes just happened to fall upon another book.  I picked it up, glanced at the cover and the dust jacket text, and put it in the pile to check out.  I’ve plowed through all three books in 10 days, and this one will someday rest on my personal bookshelf.

I just had to share these excerpts from my favorite book of 2011 (so far):

Perhaps, at the time, in our hearts, we do have an inkling that we’re only just beginning, but we don’t want to admit it.  We can’t.  To admit that would be to admit you don’t know what you’re doing, which would be to admit, that you have a long way to go, which would make the journey appear so daunting as to stymie even starting out.  Better to believe you know what you’re doing and keep doing it until you do.

Heh.  Been there and done that, brother.

But better than that is this.  This is, IMHO, some damn good writing.

Adulthood is an insidious process of accretion.  If you’re not vigilant, you begin to grow a shell, a carapace that you are expected to carry lightly:  the rigid, high-stress hull of security, status, status quo.  The thicker the better, right up until it crushes you.  On the inside, whether you can still feel it or not, your soul is trying to claw its way out.

Uh:  yep.  That’s some scary truth right there.  I’m trying to teach myself to shed as much of that carapace as is healthy.  But damn, it’s hard stuff, and it runs counter to most of what we’re taught (or, more likely, absorb by osmosis) as kids.

I highly recommend the book, folks.  It’s called The Hard Way:  Stories of Danger, Survival, and the Soul of Adventure by Mark Jenkins, an avid climber and outdoor writer.  My penis-equipped friends will especially appreciate it, methinks.



Oh dear lord I haven’t laughed this hard at something on the internet in AGES.


The Year Kenny Loggins Ruined Christmas

Happy holidays, peoples!

Thanks For Flying

Thanks to the ice storm last night, Boy and I both have a snow day today.  (YIPPEE!!!)

So we did what any reasonable fellas would do.

Boy, at the bottom of the hill, lying in a crumpled heap:  Thank you for choosing Sled Slide-lines.  Have a good day.

I love that damn kid!  😀

Monday Music

I have NO IDEA why this damned song popped into my head yesterday while Boy and I were hiking in the forest again, but it did.  And I will admit:  I like it.  Now I will go turn in my Badass Metalhead card.

Wang Chung, “Dance Hall Days”

The hike was just what I needed:  well, that, and a little inner child time with the Boy.  He wanted to stop by the playground, so we did.  I helped show him a different way to climb the tree-fort-contraption.  He took a picture of me sliding on the slide.  I showed him how to climb on top of the monkey bars, and then joined him on top for a different perspective…then I showed him how to swing down again.  All in all, a good day!

Monday Music

Some days the rain and sun come together and make a beautiful rainbow.

The rain hasn’t completely died out for me – there are droplets falling all around me, on me, into me.  And not all of the droplets falling from my face are raindrops.

But even though the body of the storm is still visible on the horizon – even though there was damage done that will need to be repaired with patient labor – even though stray raindrops still fall – I’ve weathered it.  It’s done.  The worst is past.

The sun is peeking through the clouds.

And I know my rainbow is right around the bend.  I’m just keeping my eyes on the sky, because any minute it will appear.  It’s there, I can feel it.  And my feet are already working in the direction of that rainbow bridge to my magnificent future.

Led Zeppelin, “The Rain Song”

Deep Thoughts

I took another hike in the woods this past Sunday, this time with a companion – Boy himself.

I took him on new trails, not the same ones I’d walked before.  They were farther in, and even quieter than before.  It was a brilliant day, in the mid-sixties and not a cloud in the sky, and for much of the walk we neither saw nor heard another person.  No sounds of planes or trains or automobiles – city noise all gone away – just birds and the wind in the trees.

After an interval of quiet walking, I asked him what he was thinking.

“I was thinking if my hair was messed up or not.”

Sleeping In

Boy is sick, the first cold of the year.  It was bound to happen sooner or later.

But he doesn’t have to rub in how happy he is about it.

Dys and I both went in to wake him up this morning, because last night he was slightly feverish and positively giddy with hope that we’d keep him home.  We figured we should make a joint inspection and decision.  (Partially because Dad is a drill sergeant and votes for school in all cases not involving tourniquets.  Okay, not really, just close.)

This morning he was NOT HAPPY about the fact that, at 7:00am, we encouraged him to stay in his dark bedroom and sleep at least another hour instead of bounding up for the TV and/or Xbox.

NO FUCKING WAY, KIDDO.  You’re going to accept that gift that millions of adults are screaming for this morning, whether you like it or not!