A quick jaunt to the Laumeier Sculpture Park.
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I turned thirty-six in February. Thirty-six, if you can believe that shit. Four years away from forty. Forty! That’s the age of someone’s dad! Oh wait; I am someone’s dad.
When I was young-grade school age-I never thought much past age thirty. I wondered what I’d be doing when I was twenty one. I wondered what I’d be doing when the year 200o rolled around. I knew I’d be twenty-six but didn’t know where I’d be. Little did I know I’d be finishing college and moving 500 miles away from West Virginia to Missouri, where I’d stake out my little place to live out the American dream.
Forty? Didn’t think much about that then. I figured I’d have kids, maybe a job worth a shit. Who knew? Thirty-six? Never gave it a moment’s thought; it’s really a non-milestone age. Overlooked in the glow of thirty-five and the fear and stigma of forty.
So here I am, halfway through the year I turned thirty-six. Thirty-six trips around the sun for me.
So where am I now, at age thirty-six? What have I done? What’s changed? Did I accomplish the things I thought I would? What didn’t turn out the way I thought it would?
I’m thirty-six with two kids and a wife. My wife and I have been together for fifteen years and have been married for twelve years. Our relationship is changing, modifying as we get older, as we accumulate years together. We’re staying flexible with each other, flexible with what life is throwing at us. We’re in a partnership, and we’re together for life. This is actually where I thought I would be, but our marriage is a little different than I imagined it might be. It’s more difficult; not quite as easy as I’d originally thought, but those are the ideals of youth. Although difficult at times it’s rewarding and not at all impossible to maintain. Continue reading
I’ve been keeping a journal now for about two months using this cool program for the Mac called Chronories. Each day, along with my journal entry and other stuff, I enter my mood. I thought this pie chart was interesting; looks like I’m generally pretty happy.
After this weird rainstorm earlier this week (which was in full effect during a brightly lit summer day) this gigantic, kick-ass rainbow appeared. It’s the biggest and clearest I’ve ever seen, including the one we saw in Hawaii. There was even a reflection of itself in the clouds above it. I snapped a few photos which probably don’t really do it justice and tossed in a few of the family for good measure.
Orson had an earache that kept him up last night. This is a photo taken with my crappy iSight camera in my Mac in the dark with Orson sleeping on my lap with his puppy. A little color desaturation combined with a black and white effect and I ended up with this. I kinda like how it turned out. Click the image for the larger version.
I didn’t even have to come up with this one on my own. It’s easy when the jokes write themselves.
Some artwork Orson created at school, all Space themed.
This picture really speaks for itself.