Sunday is fathers day.

My favorite photo of my father, is of us both. Circa 1999, at the BIX 7, a seven mile race, that we did together.

My father is married some 35+ odd years, raised three children, and is retired. Conversing him today, he said I have to make priorities, and possibly stop running around "on cruises and on holes in the ground". The former referring to the faerie gathering, the later the gay cruise.

If I havn't fallen completely apart, a strong omen, is that it is forthcomming. The dishwasher, washer needs to replaced. The house needs to be repainted, a new furnance/water heater is in the works, and specifically to our conversation, the driveway could be blacktopped.

I have a life. Rome wasn't built in a day.

The problem is two fold: time and money. If I had the time, I could get things accomplished. The problem isn't really time, as time is an abstraction of distortion. The problem is money. And the problem isn't money, its more just setting priorities.

My priority currently is to make it through 2008. THat's the goal.

And yes, I'm looking at chewing off the fat for 2009. Quite frankly, going to slow down next year-this year is already shot-as far as I am concerned. Get me through August, we will talk.

I travel because I can. Because I enjoy it. Because I need to break. We all need the break.

Unfortunately, I'm single. A blessing and a curse. I don't have the luxury to have someone to help me with projects. "I've taught myself how to cook, fix plumming, wash clothes, balance my checkbook--- all I need from anyone is respect...".

I just don't think he realises what it is like to be single, And he is not offering any help.

For fathers day, I think I'll get a card.
Luke 15: 11-32

My mom cried from the moment I took down the cardboard sign, hung to the light-post outside the family home. The black lettering read: Good Luck Kevin-Your Friends. The crying didn't cease untill two hours later, when they droped me off at college.

I came back. In sorrow, in humility, longing for fresh taco's, meatloaf, and saftey.

Five years later, she cried again. When furniture was packed into the U-haul, the green corsica (Louie) was filled with my clothes, and we ventured the four hour drive, into another state. Another place.

I went back home on Saturday.

The lawn was freshly manicured, in front of the white ranch style house. I placed the parking break on, shut off the motor. Grabed the vase with freshly picked flowers from my garden, and sauntered to the front door. I looked in. Disaster.

Toys thrown about, conversation, chatter, children running about. I could look in, entry was not possible. Munchkins are best coralled behind locked doors. The ringing of the door bell alarmed.

Short, sweet, painless, unexpected. Hugs, a few crocidile tears held back, a welcome.

Tipped off my dad, prior to embarkation. Confirming that yes, indeed-I'd come home. I'd put aside the barricades: my personal issues, grievences, and other bullshit, to make peace.

Because, driving through green bluffs, small farming communities, over the river and through the woods, can be therapeutic. The mind wanders, the Civic follows the way. It knows the way. There is no navigation required. I had a "full tank and some chips".

The visit was short, uneventful, pleseant. I was able to inject a few hours of HGTV into the veins. I slept. Hung Porkchop by his feet, chased Rutabega and no-name around the house. I laughed. A little.

Motivation was simple:

Earthquakes happen. Tornados appear out of the air, and kill. Mechanical hearts don't last forever. People die. Shit happens.

And as my parents age, I realise the more time I spend with them, the more quality time I spend with them, the more I share with them, the more, the more, the MOOR-the closer I find a peace.
I had this mindset, once upon a time, in never-never land, that I was this catcher-in-the rye, type of person. That everyone I made a connection with, I would try to keep in touch with. This task, I set out for myself, not only was impossible and impractical, but some people just don't want to be found. All those who wonder, are not lost.

Individuals, things, objects, come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. I apoligise for not keeping in contact with you Laurie (House supervisor on nights). I have a life, unfortunately for a period of time, it didn't mesh.

Rutabega's mother called me the other night. For the record, she was on her mobile, I the same, and it was one of our better conversations that we have had, in years. Partly because she didn't have Rutabega eying for her attention. From what was said, she has been quite out of the loop with what is going on with my life---which is not my problem. This is my life, I am not about to edit out anything that you don't like.

Yes I got a life......

The siblings, and offspring, are congregating at the parents house this weekend. I'm extremly glad that they gave me advance notice. *sarcasim*. I already have plans for this weekend. If they would of looked at the calander I gave them, they would of known this, and not be so gun-ho for me to show up.

I havn't seen my sister, and her family since SEPTEMBER 2007.

I'm quite ambivolent about driving four hours on Saturday (which is the plan), to see my siblings, which I have grown apart from, and have them pick on me-to divert the unhappiness in their lives.

My parents have a 2/3 bedroom house. Therefore someone gets the air-matress of fun.

Maybe they will let me pitch a tent in the backyard.

I'm a little green-my parents help my brother and sister out alot. They also live an hour away. I don't have that luxury. Anything I do, I have to do it with the aid of my friends, and my two hands.

Driving 4 hours, to satistfy some primorial need to "reconnect" isn't setteling well with me, and I'm tired of being the "good sport". FUCK THAT.
There is a street version of the "serenity prayer" that goes something like this:

FUCK IT.

My current montra. In life, the only two things that are forever certain are death and taxes, everything else is "For Now".
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I went. I saw. I returned.

I'm really exhausted.

On the drive back to Rochester, I pulled into a parking lot, and slept in the car for a good hour. One of my more enduring traits/habbits. If I start getting tired behind the wheel, I pull over and sleep. ANYWHERE: waysides, side streets, Wal-marts are good, McDonalds are excellent.

The godparents wore me out.

The visit went without difficulty. There wasn't a mass execution, or probing questions. It was a civilized meeting. I find the godparents to be of a sophistication that I am not used to, but can rise to the moment. We had quite the enjoyable time: went to a few museums, had a few cocktails, and went to a high school play. They are opinonated and don't surgar coat too many things, which is breath of fresh air. Plus, they are democrats. YIPPIE.

As an adult, having a slumbar party with individuals whom one isn't necessary "close" to, or have seen in years, who your are not comfortable with-can cause some anxiety. [livejournal.com profile] imyaj understood this-better than what I could explain. Which was the cause of my plain uneasyness prior to embarkation to the situation.

The bible on the kitchen table didn't help matters either.

But I find them to be interesting, and hope to run into them again-real soon.
I'm not worried about Thrusday at all. It will come when it will come, there is alot of daylight between here and now.

My grandparents sent me a small "agenda" of activities, lunch, a museum, a walk, and dinner. It will be fine.

Because it always works out in the end, doesn't it. Even at that moment the world seems to be crashing. And maybe it is, I won't disregard that fact. Even if the world does come to an end, it all works out. Always have, always will.

I realised that tonight. Over dinner with Erwic. Over conversations of the mudane, and not the mudane.

I so overtipped our waitstaff. And the food, for once, wasn't bad.

I looked cute, handeled myself well, and am just so fucking glad its TUESDAY.

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