Sunday, December 4th, 2011
Time Flies When Your Having Fun?
For some reason, I have not posted to this blog in a long time. No excuses, just haven’t. Maybe it was the fact that I typed in blakej in the URL window of my Safari browser and the URL to this blog was suggested that brought me back. Maybe it was the Tech Gods telling me to get back to basics. For some unknown reason, something lead me here.
I have never considered myself a writer. Putting words on a page is hard work for me. My thinking bounces from one idea to another and then wonders. I have never mastered the skills of writing blasted in my brain by countless and nameless teachers of yesterday. I write, just like I talk and that almost never produces marketable results. More often than not, my writing ends up closer to rants than raves. Is this not a reason to write? Blogs are not necessarily masterpieces.
Time does fly, when your having fun. Yesterday evening, my wife and I attended a wedding of the daughter of fellow educators. I taught in the same science department as the mother of the bride, and father of the bride taught in the health and physical education department. They seemed to have been handling the stress of the joyous event. I have seen both of them stressed to the maximum dealing with reluctant and defiant students, jubilant sports events, and shared coffee and donuts at a many a faculty meeting. I know when they are putting on a face and when they are really letting it all out. I knew the mother of the bride was comfortable when I looked at her feet and she had on her Rainbow sandals at the wedding reception. The father of the bride never broke out his coaches shoes or hunting boots, so he was stressing. I know what they are going through because as a father, I have been in his shoes and still the words fail me.
While attending the wedding, I was able to chat with a few friends that my busy life keeps getting in the way of seeing. We discussed our battle with our weight, and how things are changing in the world. No politics, just general stuff. It was a time to smile and dance and celebrate. I we did just that and like good school teachers, arrived home in time to watch the news.
I know no one but spambots will read this post, and I don’t blame them. It’s not much to read. It’s December, and I have a slight cold and I am too fat and old to worry about much.
