my life
2002-06-07
Okay, I vanished for a while. No warning. Sorry, my bad. Just had to take a little while to get my s- ... stuff together. I've been amazingly productive at work for the last month. So masterful in my position, it's just silly. I RULE!!! So now that everything's going so well, I thought I might slip into my old habits again. Just for the hell of it. Gotta keep things dynamic. I've been to my family reunion and another sort-of-a family reunion for Trin (actually a gathering precipitated by the birth of a couple of babies, but since everyone was there that we hadn't seen in a long time, it was technically a reunion). Both were fun. Both had fattening food. Headlining my family reunion, I golfed all 18 holes. The last time I went golfing was at the same place in Eden, Utah, one year ago at the last family reunion. I only golfed 9 that year. The year before, I also only golfed nine holes. And that's my entire golfing history for the past three years. I'm not a golfer. I could be very, very good. But I'm not a golfer. Can't afford clubs. Or green fees. Same reason I'm not a skiier. (That's kind of dumb: I don't ski because I can't afford clubs or green fees.) I'm growing increasingly disturbed by the discrepancy between my dreams and my real life. In my dreams, I'm a magazine publisher and author. I live in a spacious home in the Colorado foothills and I have a lot of land and a lot of money. I winter in southern California. I have a lot of free time, and I travel a ridiculous amount. My occupation requires me to play incessantly. In my real life, I work in a cubicle. And my wife wouldn't live in California for a million dollars a year. Which I don't make. In my real life, we have to finance our new air conditioner. And it's gonna suck. The financing, not the air conditioner. On the up side, I have a lovely little daughter, of whom I have two new framed photographs in my cube that make all my visitors gasp in awe of her beauty, and from whom I have seven pages of abstract crayon art, all posted in my cube, one of which is also framed. I also have a gorgeous (and pregnant) wife who has consented to go out on a date tonight, sans little princess. For some truly stupid reason, I've got these wonderful butterflies in my tummy over the event.
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