1 - Blogger has been spotty since Tuesday. I had no intention of leaving that misery up for an extra week, unbuffered by book reviews, navel gazing, and cooking tips, but I couldn't log on. Watcha gonna do?
2 - I went out on a weekday this week and it didn't even involve my book club. I stayed up past eleven, because I'm a rock star.
3 - Becky and I are impressively happy, I promise. I offer this link to our wedding website as proof, 90% of which was created post-Fester.
|Mothers Day, 2011|
I see that "Long Time No Post" has creeped up to #2 on my all-time most-read list. That's almost enough to make me remove the "Popular Posts" feature from my blog, the fact that some meh about why I haven't posted in a while is the second-most read item I've ever written. It doesn't even have a picture. Still, I've watched its steady climb from #6 to #2. Again, watcha gonna do?
On the writing front, our fledgling Writers Group missed a month, but we've set a date in stone. Going forward, this should be a great opportunity to talk shop. I've promised myself I'll continue my homework by submitting stories to two publications this week.
On the reading front, TC Boyle's The Inner Circle, Tina Fey's Bossypants, Glen Duncan's The Last Werewolf, and Frederick Exley's A Fan's Notes (still) all have been or currently are treating me very well. I've got an Advanced Readers Copy of Diana Abu-Jaber's Birds of Paradise that I'm very excited about. I think I'll also start writing about my book club here. Page Against the Machine is awesome, and it's another excuse to talk about books.
On the biking front, my tires are flat. Or rather, the tires on the bike I borrowed from Mitchell are flat, a situation I hope to remedy with my next paycheck.
On the home front...
The truth can always be questioned. Religious beliefs, moral convictions, love, it's all worth examining. It's important to examine these things because we live our lives by them. If they can't stand the scrutiny, if defensiveness and hostility meet these questions, than the answers are damn shaky.
I taught a six-year-old to tie his own shoes on Friday. The first knots he's ever tied, one for each foot. After a few frustrating evenings of trying to teach him how to tie his bathrobe, I was surprised it finally happened for him. The satisfaction, love, and fear (yes, fear, because he's listening, and what if he inherits my bad along with my good?) flooding me made it almost impossible to function, but I managed to get our lunches together and get us out the door.
In the days after Uncle Fester, Becky and I have found our love is even stronger. We were being ourselves before, but now we're relaxing into our relationship, into each-other. There's a playfulness that can only come from confidence. More than trust, which is a necessity in a building a relationship, confidence only comes from sharing your days. The more you share, the stronger it becomes. The trick is not letting that confidence become cockiness.
We faced dark days and came out better for them. I didn't think it was possible to love Becky more than I already did, but there you go.
As always, thanks for reading.