More book ideas...

I've thought about one called "Prince of Whiteoak".  A few years ago, a family whom I considered some of my best friends lost their son, Ian who was only 11 years old.  He had be playing at a local swimming hole on the bank of a river with is father and sister and lots of other kids.  But somehow he got tangled in a tree underwater and before anyone knew what happened he was gone.  The news was shocking.  I only met Ian a few times.  But knowing the family, he was sure to grow up to be one of the better people on this Earth.  Ian was best friends with one of his cousins.  I've often pondered how hard that was for him.  So in that way that's impossible I dreamed of ways to help heal this family that I loved so much.  Being a friend, I felt helpless to do anything meaningful.  I dreamed that Ian had crossed over to land of fantasy that touched on our own dreams.  That in this world he was a Prince and needed to save his world.  So he reached out in dreams and pulled in his cousin each night while he dreamt.  Together they would live out grand adventures together.  Of course, I've never written this or any other book.  But I still grieve a little for Ian... for as little as I knew him and for his family that misses him.  I wish... ah, but what good are wishes?

 

 

Not all that much happening

Another day, another dollar.

Days still go by.  I'm probably in a bit of a rut.  Nothing really bad and nothing really good.  Oh I don't like to get too down here because things for me are not all that bad.  But I'm just not excited about my life right now.  It just seems complicated and hard.  Most of the time I struggle between one giant problem and another.  If a week goes by with no giant problems, it's a good week.  There are no triumphs.

However, I still have a great family, a home, a job and good health.  So I can't really complain.  It makes me sad to see Chandler and Sabrina leave every day.  It's like a constant reminder of the time I'll never have with them.  Every time my ex is within vision my anxiety level rockets upward.  I still have too many bills.  So I have all these nagging little things that keep me from being really excited about things.  Dunno.  Just wish it was a little happier.

Hmmm... I probably should dig in to planning fun things to look forward to.  Maybe a light house project or two.  One of my buddies is having a big camping party in June.  My anniversary is coming up in April. 

Anyways... just some thoughts on a page. May you find $100 on the sidewalk today!  Why not wish some boons on friends?!

Damn the Lottery

I still haven't won this damn thing.  How hard can it be to match 7 little numbers? *grumble*



Life goes ever on nearly oblivious to the lives of Hobbits.  Sprint sucks.  Family is great.  Kids are doing well in school except for my oldest who seems to like avoiding work at school.  Garage door opener broke.  Van needs a new headlight.  We lost one of our two gerbils with much trauma.  I drove to Salina and Miltonvale on a spur of the moment road trip last weekend.  That's the summary.



I talked to a work buddy about a new job.  Doesn't sound like a good fit, but might be better that what I'm doing now.  Otherwise work is... well work.



I feel pretty bad about the gerbil.  He was a cute bugger that liked to sniff at you when you blew into his cage.  Very cute.  He didn't tolerate petting though so he wasn't cuddly.  He's absolutely disappeared without a trace.  We accidently left the cage door open while we were gone for the weekend.  When we got back one gerbil was on the counter next to the cage and quickly scooped him up.  The other was just gone... we've not found any trace of him.  Of course he's prolly dead somewhere, but still I hope he's just holed up somewhere next to some food and water.  I won't mind if he nibbles in to my flour. *sigh*



I got my World of Warcraft druid up to 49th level.  Ben wants to get up to 51 and then start playing Alterac Valley (a battleground map in WoW) for good gear.  I might be so inclined.  Of course you have to run AV like 40 times to get enough honor to get the gear... but whatever.



Message to everyone:  Stop hating so much.  Most people just want to be happy and eat some roasted marshmellows--whether they are Christian or not, white or not, gay or not, married or not, rich or not.  At some point one side has to decide not to punish the other side even when they deserve it.  May that day come soon.