Quiet Times

Blogging seems easier when there's a crisis. When you have screwed up or life is screwing you, the emotions lead naturally to the keyboard. Eventually readers probably get the impression that your life is always screwed-up and that you're the kind of person best encountered on blogs and not in person.

So today's blog entry will be different. It will be the writing of an average, middle-class, white guy who has a family and loves his wife.




The best description of my life the past several days is "taxi service." I have taken on the embodiment of a soccer mom as I shuttle children and step-children to and from their various activities.

The longest shuttle service involved Snibbets, my 8-yr old daughter from my first marriage. This past weekend was a "Circus Weekend" -- a weekend where all six of the children from our combined marriages were staying at our house. Snibbets had dance practice on Saturday in Saint Cloud, about a 1-hour drive from my home in Minneapolis. Plus there was a 3-hour wait while she practiced. This was actually a positive for me since I love to read.

It has also been a quiet week at work. The biggest change here is the newly imposed "Clean Desk" policy. As a typical absent-minded ADD type, this rule irks me to no end. I take offense at a naked desk!




The rest of life right now is about anticipation. The Twin Cities Marathon is this Sunday and yours truly, Lord of the Turtles, will be running. If successful, this will be my second marathon.