Cohort.

I have trained my son to help me wash my feet.
It is all clear sailing for me now.
lovmathew

Constructed Painting.

Come to my house on October 24th.
There will be food and wine.
We can hang out and, I don't know, listen to music and shit.
lvoanthwe

Feed The Monster.

There is a bathroom, like a guest bathroom?
There is one of those here at my house.
The house that I rent.

I was in there that I saw a small jug of laundry detergent.
But this was a different jug than the other jug I had recently seen.
And there is a big, brand new, giant jug, underneath the sink.

SO I says to Truen I says "Did you buy another jug of detergent? Because there is
a brand new giant jug under the sink..."
I thought I was just asking a question.

But I said it in a tone that I guess sounded like I was just a big giant asshole for asking.
Like an asshole with legs and arms and a beautiful, dark mane of curly hair.
But I thought I was just trying to figure out why there was a new jug of detergent.

I went and sat in the garage, where I try to sit in for at least ten to fifteen minutes a day.
But this was almost as frustrating as my recent exchange with my wife for life.
I ended up laying outside staring at the sky and listening to Soundgarden.

Then Truen come outside and axe me if I want some ice cream drumsticks.
And now, sitting with my treat, I am realizing that I still don't know where that detergent came from.
BUT I am also eating a treat on an exclusive date with my wife.

Time truly DOES heal all wounds!
lovamtewh

A Slippery Slope.

I am pretty sure that I am my Son's best friend.
I am at least in the top two.
Out of two, I am in there somewhere.
But soon he will need to have other friends, and this bothers me because it means I have to meet those kids' parents.
Damn.
I just want it to be me and my family.
Not me and my family and... Randy or Saffron, whatever these kids will be called.
I can't be responsible for these other kids safety and well being when we decide to just up and leave on an adventure.
These other kids are going to be weights holding me down!!
I got enough of those!!!
Those weights are called my family! And I am used to those guys, but I am not going to get used to these other kids.
Never!

Well, moving on, how are you doing?
What was your day like?
Did you eat lunch? What did you eat?
Is every day bleeding into the others?

lovamtehw

Maiden Voyage.

Today Truen got a big fat letter in the mail that said she was accepted into the nursing program at a college here in New York.
This was a joyous occasion for all and a huge weight off my shoulders.
My mental shoulders.
It made me feel so settled, so calm.
Now I know that this is where we are, and this is where we will be for a little while longer.

Well, that is all I got.
For now.
lovmatewh

Just Keep Swimming.

These are the stepping stones that got me to where I am currently.

Cocktails.

Dry as a Bone.

I have to do some things differently.
I have to do some things, differently.

I am getting sniffles before bed,
I think I am allergic to going to sleep.
Unless I am in the truck.

Bouncing down the street.
Mouth agape, possibly drooling.
Never fully rested.

You can have that haiku, free of charge.
Bah!
lovamthew

The Great Purge.

I use what I can, while I can.

Eating My Feelings.

I plan nothing out in advance.
I think about school, and how much I didn't like it, but I think I might like it now.
I argued with myself for 40 minutes yesterday about whether or not to order a slice of pizza.
I think about the future too much, even though it doesn't exist.
I take Truen for granted sometimes, and then I act all hurt when I think she is taking me for granted.
I want for Axel to just sit and read a book instead of screaming at the refrigerator.
I ordered that slice of pizza.
I hold my breath.
I bite my tongue.

Close your eyes.

Hey dude.
What a rainy day it was today.
It was summer, and then almost instantly it is fall.
Now it is rainy and cold and there are no more women flaunting themselves about the streets.
There is only umbrellas and raincoats.
Truen said she has the loneliest job on the planet.
I was shocked to hear this, because hanging out with the baby is probably on e of the most stimulating experiences I can think of. But I can see how it could get old.
The trick for me is to add variety.
That is the only thing that gets me through the days with him.
Well, We got ourselves a slow cookin' piece o' pork in the cooker, and Caitlin might stop by.
Sounds like another Friday night in the big city!
lovamthwe

Scathing Expose.

My oh my.
I have lucid dreams that the boy is in our room running around.
Hanging out.
He is sitting up in the top of our closet, or he has got jam all over his face.
Sometimes I just talk to T about it, like a running commentary.
Other times I jump out of bed, leaping towards the closet in hopes of catching him before he
decides to test gravity.

When he is awake it is a non stop battle of wits.
I don't get to see him as much during the week, so I try to keep the peace while I can.
But damn he is a cunning little SOB.
It is good though, he keeps me on my toes.
And that keeps me in the moment.

I am going to cook hotdogs on the grill.
Gross, but delicious also.
lvomathew

Got A Ride.

Same Page.

I said "TRUEN! Just FEED me some food! I don't care WHAT you put it in or WHAT I have to eat it with! I just want some food!!!"

Truen said "Well I am glad we are on the same page."

Axel just crunched up a bunch of crackers and laughed at us.