Tag: good day

Categories
#blogeverythingnow HAPPINESS. Imagine that. Health/Wellness just writing LOVE!!!!! parenting life Productivity sales-y

Over a 14.5 hour day, driving from here to 425 Cal to get tent then to the Sn Jose Golf Country Club for event.  We were at the 2nd hole, Monique and I.. great day, a, little windy, day calm and smooth and productive, but not without the cost of the. Morning golf cart incident and my direct report… I’ll save it for the book, but just note – folded tent in zippered sleeve or holder, pouch, thrown onto gas pedal, cart takes off, he tries to stop it cart runs into truck and he into back of cart.  To the ER… poor bloke, I thought and am still thinking.  Such a great guy, so positive, just landed from SEA, and this…

20:52 in loft, nook, made self dinner, a Mikey grilled cheese the way my mom makes them, or how I remember her making them.  Relaxing to smooth jazz, some of the SB from the other night.  No TV.. no shows.

TV shows, Netflix or Max or anywhere have humans on them and they have voices.  I’ve enough still ringing in my memory and immediate synapses from the DC trip never mind today.  No complaint notes in. This post, just how I feel.  I need music.  Soft, barely connecting.. like a loving background whisper, just for a writer.

Grateful for this company ….. Nearly forgot about that.  SE Stan let me know over Teams while Monique and I were cleaning up, she taking the cart up to the parking lot, stuffing leftover sparkling, beer, White Claw and whatever the fuck else in the Rav.

“It’s happening now,” Stan said, and I could only feel the way I did at Sonic when my contracts starting to step into the story.  The story builds, and I’m doing what I promised myself driving down to SF earlier than usual  this morning.. no relaxing—well, you can relax but to writing, wine, music.  No couch, no documentaries, as amazing as they are.. no shows, no idle.

Categories
#blogeverythingnow HAPPINESS. Imagine that.

4:17

Settled in with kids.  Trip to sports store for some wishes of theirs, then play at the park, grocery shopping and lunch pickup, more playing outside now hanging in loft, relax.  

Tired, feel like I could go to bed right now.  Maybe not that tired, but getting there.  Henry going back and forth from kitchen where I am to loft where Jackie plays.

I ask them what they want for dinner, don’t get an answer really.  We’ll figure it out, we always do.  

Jack rushes in to throw something away, I think his gum.  “Love you Dad,” he says.  Love you more, I say.  “No way Dad, now way,” he says.  Love that kid, my little Kerouac.

Henry sitting next to me now playing with a toy I bought him earlier, some Paw Patrol car with one of the characters.  First time I’ve seen him play and pretend like this.  Adorable, distracting..

His smile is different than his siblings, more to a it in a certain way, more of a collected and woven story.  Think I know why but not stating, dealing with history, events, people.

He becomes disgruntled, tries to communicate.  I stop writing, at his service.  Always.

Categories
autre

Haven’t been back from the Field for 30 minutes, and

already into emails and messages, submitting the final draft of that contract.

Sparkling water, have to go get kids in a bit, take them to their house and enjoy less than 3 hours with them.  Day off tomorrow, which I still say is as odd as it is generous of Sonic.  

Am going to be writing more from memory, onward.  The fact that I remembered is a victory, using memory to write that I need to write from memory, proving I have memory and can use it in a new way.  The meta and metaphysical value of which is encouraging I realized standing on the front patio or veranda of the Berkeley International House watching students pass and thinking of me lecturing there one day on nonfiction and blogging, journaling the endless benefit to written self-talk.

Another big deal, potentially.  Even though I have tomorrow off, I told Ditter, I’m going to work in morning after my run.  YES, I’m not working out again tonight and challenging the fucking morning hours, and myself.  ONE HOUR RUN, treadmill.  Maybe some weights after, maybe.

Director sends out an email congratulating me and Ditter.  Feels good.  Then think, what if I could have this be a more regular occurrence.  Like people in the company just expect it from me….  Why not?  Definitely working tomorrow, starting “PLAN22”.  My design for the coming year, business.  And other facets of the Mike Madigan story, legend, manuscript Road.

Just what I need right now.  QUIET.  No voices in house, no music, just button pushes.  More congratulations come in, I just read, not thanking them all yet.  Looking out window, then clock and how much time I have before needing to leave.  4:01, about 35-ish minutes.