A few weeks back we spent 4 days in one of the coolest places on earth. Ft. Jefferson in the Dry Tortugas. Go there. Its an amazing adventure. It is what lies over the rainbow for our little family.
I am not a fan boy or anything but sometimes I find things that need to be brought to the attention of folks that might not take a looksy otherwise. If you haven’t heard it already you should at least give Recovery a once over. Most of us are familiar with Eminem, for the last decade he has been a controversial figure in music that hasn’t been overly positive. Many of his songs have been devisive and laden with violence and hate, but hes changing and you should take notice because I believe it is a herald of music to come.
The most important thing about Recovery is its tone. For the most part it is not about bling or shooting other rappers or how much money he has or bitches or any of the normal fair that so many rap songs are comprised of today. Its about him and us and failure and depression and success. Its about the life that we all go through. There is a fair amount of cursing but they are easy to get around by getting the albumn from wally world or itunes.
Check it out.
I try not to bitch too much. I find constant online whiners annoying as hell. Thats not what I want to hear, thats not why I’m reading but today I need to whine. So bear with me for a few.
I miss my motherfucking wife. I am tired of being apart. I understand there are others that have sacrificed more than we have to get much less of a return than we will but OMG I want her home. Dorothy wants her home and she wants to be home.
For the past 3 years living two and a half hours apart has been bearable because there was no close end in sight. Well now its close. So close i can taste it, feel it, hell I am already spending the fat dollars that will be rolling in. Of course they are being spent on bills we have accrued to get my lovely lady through Dental school.
You ever have to pee? Pretty badly? While you are in the car? It ever seem like the closer you got to the bathroom the more you had to pee and by the time you were walking through the door you were about 2 seconds away from needing a fresh set of undies? Well thats what every day is like right now.
I have this weird kind of nervous energy, this prancing searching hoping longing feeling that just wont quit. It sucks. Like a damn addict all that I can think of is May 20, 2011, the day we are together again for good. It constantly rings in my head.
Well I know what my drug is, and I know where to get my fix but god damn I’ll be happy when I don’t have to wait till the week ends to get it.
Silver, White speckled clover leafs stand out from tile. Turning brings a groan, shudder, whistle, rush. Cascading cool turns warm as seconds pass. Hands test. Perfect. Foot hits warming porcelain while heavenly scents waft. Head turns like a sunflower towards the sun. Aches release, Worry abates, heat cascades over face and behind ears. Lost for a few precious moments in the music of water dancing, the sensation of heat trickling down every nook and cranny, turning cooler as it nears feet. Fragrant suds aid in the removal of daily grime and daily miseries, trying to achieve inner cleanliness as easily as outer. Steam comes in patches as occasional cold air wafts past wet skin bringing a delicious chilliness.
Turning brings a sputter, a clank, an end.
So today is Fathers day. A day when we all celebrate the men in our lives that have shaped us. Its Dads day. But for me over the years my understanding of this day has changed. I am celebrated today. But I feel the need to pay homage to the person that makes me able to be celebrated on this day. To honor the person that probably saved my life and shaped me as much as anyone else. To thank the person that provided the catylist to make some serious changes in my life so I could be the man I needed to be. My Daughter. Without whom I would never understand what it is to be celebrated on Fathers day. To someone that I am forever grateful to and in continual awe of. Thanks.