A Bachelors Blog

It’s that time of year! Snows on the ground, food and drink to be had, family and friends to be visited!! Hectic errands and shopping to be sorted out. It’s an insane month generally, but for most of us it’s a fun and happy time filled with good people and good memories.    I’ve never been a huge fan of Christmas. My mom ‘took away’ Christmas from us a few times as kids, so she could buy booze and party it all away.  That sucked.      As an adult, the commercialization of a heartfelt time sucked a lot of joy out of me as well as the hard childhood memories... till I became very .. Grinchlike.    The last few years I have struggled mightily with this sadness attached to a festive season and have largely won.  Excellent friends who care about me have kept a weather eye out and invited (dragged) me to various events to keep my spirits up, be it social events, small family dinners or just the traditional Christmas night hangout with a couple of g...

Act of turning on one foot ( military )  The  officer  or  soldier  who simply turns in his place while the  company  or  line moves around him in  wheeling .   I’m pivoting. Changing direction in a short period and in quick succession, all of my plans and goals will move around me.    In the army if we turned left, we’d call it a left wheel and pivot on that foot. The inside soldier would be the pivot and all others would follow his or her lead.    The plans are changing and the landscape is now different. It’s time to pivot.    What does that look like?  I guess we will just wait and see...but it will be interesting, to say the least.  Pivot. It’s been on my mind all day. The direction isn’t working, it’s time to pivot. Change things. Be proactive instead of reactive... control what’s in my power to control.    So many sweet vaguaries for you, my loyal readers. Stay tuned. 

...on my way home and the swirl of thoughts going through my head are a storm-laden mess.    I’ve always held to the belief of the golden rule- do to others what you want done to you ... I still live by that but it seems that my open book policy has failed.    Sometimes you have to write the final words to a truly epic chapter of life, long or short, and it’s a painful thing.  This blog normally is an open book of my life and journey, sometimes vaguaries are required to protect identities...    Im not going to delve deeply into any of this.  It’s time to put aside my personal crap and prepare for a bigger situation, much bigger than me.   (And then I pity party hard... like Andrew W K)    I feel more and more like I’m cast adrift and foundering in the storms crashing waves, looking for something to hang onto.      I’ve realized one immutable fact.  It’s time to start swimming for my life and my well b...

...I’ll be better. Tomorrow I’ll do the things and say the words and motivate myself to try and roll on...   But that’s for tomorrow.  Today I am sad. I will be sad tomorrow but maybe a little less, maybe I’ll be busier and occupy the long and quiet hours with self development and jumping into the hobbies that usually make me happy...   For now, Sting and the Police say it better than I ever could.. King Of Pain - The Police  ...There's a fossil that's trapped in a high cliff wall, that's my soul up there There's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall, that's my soul up there There's a blue whale beached by a springtide's ebb, that's my soul up there There's a butterfly trapped in a spider's web, that's my soul up there I have stood here before inside the pouring rain With the world turning circles running 'round my brain I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign But it's my destiny to be the king of pain There's a...

  So, I’ve finally finished a six month stretch of training for my new job and it’s definitely with mixed emotions. Mostly good stuff though as I look ahead to a brave new future with possibility and cool stuff that I didn’t even think would be available to me even a year ago.    From finding out a parent is ill and losing my job as soon as I returned from being with him, to financial crises all winter long and battling just to survive, to stumbling on a pretty cool person to share my weird world with, finally succeeding at the job and passing training to now actually working and making a normal wage.    As of tonight, my first complete shift on a road trip, I gear up to head back home to winnipeg and put another road trip under my belt, there’s a sense of something good on the horizon. Not at all implying it will be easy as life refuses to work like that, but something worth working and fighting for. It’s a far cry from a year ago where my job was up in the air...

  Or, ‘how I survived a week living with myself’.  It’s the home stretch.  The Woman is doing spectacular things and I am very proud of her effort and work, it’s really cool!  I will be happy to see her and show off all of my amazing feats and accomplishments.  I’ve gotten very good at repairing broken things with duct tape, mostly because I keep breaking them this week. Practice makes perfect?    Anyway, my final entry for the week away will be short and sweet.  I survived.  The dog survived, and as of an hour ago when I left for work... the house has survived.  Mostly.    In the next 24 hours I’ll be working 16 of them so I thought I’d do the final entry a bit early...    Maybe there will be more random entries. I didn’t even get to my flooring and I’m so awesome with power tools.  (Hiding the sawsall cut marks all along the wall).   That... that should buff right out.   Anyway!  I’m taking ...

The woman is killing it in her tournament, it’s very cool.     I also am killing it... IT being my sanity as I try to do various ‘home renos’ armed with power tools and duct tape.     Duct tape.  Oooooh duct tape, how I hate you sometimes.  Why must you constantly fold in half RIGHT BEFORE I APPLY YOU?!?!  Then, inevitably, the black cloud of swear words as I hopelessly try to pull it apart, making it worse and having to give up and try again with a new piece.  Repeat awful process.    I guess I won’t be able to fix my poor plant after all. Stupid duct tape.    Took the dog to the cabin so she gets some last minute water and sun time before summer flees and I become insanely busy. She was enjoying the water and time with friends including successfully not eating any of the other smaller dogs that she’s ‘friends’ with.  I’ll take that win every day of the week.    You know what’s worse than a bug in the car when y...