A (re)clicks post is a short-and-sweet collection of the (sometimes-interlinked) randomness from my recent life, universe and everything else in between. The bits tend to be events lacking in either (a) too many details or (b) otherwise interesting depth; Or, I’m just lacking in the time to more fully record them. Enjoy.
Sometimes it rains. click Sometimes it snows. Again. Spring started (if you follow the sometimes-controversial logic that seasonal equinox marks the start of a season and not the mid-point, as some would assert) last week with snow. More snow. And despite the fact that we could easily be due for at least two more months of not-unexpected snowfall, the depth and intensity of this winter’s cold and seemingly-ceaseless onslaught of snow, cold, ice, and (yes) plain old hard winter, we had kinda wished we were somehow (if not deserving of) due for an early thaw. We’re not, which of course meant that click this weekend’s runs were chilly and slippery and moderately unpleasant… not counting the company, of course.
Or it may have been the click beers with the same group on Friday night. A text from Mary late in the afternoon had me wandering in the direction of Brewster’s Pub where the girls (who’d spent the previous hour at an all-ladies zumba class next door) invited a few of us guys out for beers. I needed that. Not the beer, per se, though I’m happy to indulge in a craft brew on a Friday night as much as the next bloke. More the company. Friday was a suck of a day: mentally, emotionally. I’m also not one to routinely advocate the well-worn practice of drowning one’s sorrows at the bottom of a pint, but a helluva day like Friday was deserves a social pick-me-up when available. While respecting the privacy of those involved, let’s just say that a click couple of emails and phone call brought me into a circle of old friends and for whom the brevity of life and the extreme unthinkable trials and fears of parenthood were made very real of the past couple days. It makes you want to go home and hug your own kid. Hug them. Hold them. Never let them out of your sight, and wallow in the sludge of emotional guilt derived from the clash of perspective due to the relative smallness of one’s own little day-to-day problems.
That kind of feeling somehow, justifiably, always accompanies such tragedy, and click you find yourself sitting on the couch on Saturday afternoon, wallowing, and playing video games with your daughter, aching with guilt that you’re only playing video games and not out exploring the vast world and creating epic memories proved with a thousand photographs and hours of video footage of it all. Just in case. No. Instead, you play video games. Have a cuddle-nap on the couch for a bit, then drag your sorry butts out to the store to buy birthday gifts for her friends so that she doesn’t go empty-handed to the party the next day. click It was in front of the Canadian Tire, laying in a skiff of snow in the parking lot just waiting to be run over by the next car, where Claire found an iPhone. It was fully-charged, password-locked, and completely devoid of ownership identification. And while I tried to crack in to find some ID –even using the (unregistered) code on the case to (fail to) track down the owner– ultimately we left it at the lost-and-found and went on our merry way, to dinner, to home, to bed, to wallow a bit more on the couch hoping that Sunday would be a better day.
Which it was. click Swimming club try-outs, lunch down-town, and some musical theatre –has anyone heard of a little play called Mary Poppins— rounded out a family-fun-afternoon and we capped that off with click the aforementioned birthday party, grown-ups included, and a pleasant evening with neighbors and friends, old a new. All the while we tried to forget that it was still bitter-cold not-quite-spring outside, and the reality of the universe that awaited us on Monday morning. But then that’s just life, isn’t it?