Whiplash

This is one of those posts that I’m not sure where it is going. It starts at the end of a streak of sorts, as I’ve had evening events 10 of the last 11 nights. I’m done, cooked, fried, spent, dead, and just plain tired. I need a night of nothing.

But back to the title of the post. I’ve experienced the whiplash of yet another weather event, going from scraping ice of my windshield one morning to walking in shorts the next. But I’m getting tired of writing about the weather.

The better, more juicy whiplash is the bachelor whiplash. This is a holiday week for Evie’s school, so the need to keep Evie occupied and both of us pursue work has led to an unusual schedule. Monday, Kymberlee and Evie went to Chattanooga with some other friends to spend a day at the aquarium and other delights. Then they headed to Huntsville to leave Evie at Cousin and Grandparent camp until Sunday. So I was a bachelor for two nights, just starting to adjust to bachelorhood, then Wham!, Kymberlee was back home for a couple of nights before she headed to a women’s retreat today. So I’ll be a bachelor for two more nights, then Wham!, I’ll be back to my normally scheduled life.

If this seems narcissistic and self-serving, you’re right. But that’s what I get to do when I’m a bachelor. I stop trying to serve my family and get to be selfish. And I’m doing that shamelessly because I know (and my wife knows) that I need it right now.

I’m probably supposed to add valuable nuggets here about how much family has enriched my life and how lucky I am, but tonight I’m enjoying being a selfish bastard. And tomorrow I’m going to enjoy a nice, linear, uninterrupted day of roasting coffee, trying out my new router while finishing some door trim in the bathroom, finish up the February financials, and maybe even go for a [gasp] bike ride.

Which brings up the connection between physical and mental health for me. I’ve always been extremely active, and recently my body has let me down on many fronts, to the point that all I can do is bike and walk. But guess what? The weather has sucked for biking for over two months. So this is a visible reminder of what my life has come to:

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The main problem is that walking is boring and does nothing to get my aerobic system going. So I’ve spent almost 6 hours this month boring myself to tears while I try to avoid turning into a bowlful of mush. I need my andrenaline rush and I need it now or my mind is going to permanently leave me, along with my wife if she wasn’t so patient with me. So if you don’t hear from me for the next few weeks, it means I’ve boarded a freighter, skidded the ocean, and left Nashville without a sound. Thanks Jimmy.

He Went To Paris

By: Jimmy Buffett, 1973
He went to paris lookin for answers
To questions that bothered him so
He was impressive, young and aggressive
Savin the world on his ownBut the warm summer breezes
The french wines and cheeses
Put his ambition at bay
The summers and winters
Scattered like splinters
And four or five years slipped awayThen he went to england, played the piano
And married an actress named kim
They had a fine life, she was a good wife
And bore him a young son named jim

And all of the answers and all of the questions
Locked in his attic one day
Cause he liked the quiet clean country livin
And twenty more years slipped away

Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady
And left him with only one eye
His body was battered, his whole world was shattered
And all he could do was just cry

While the tears were a-fallin he was recallin
Answers he never found
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean
And left england without a sound

Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilins
And drinks his green label each day
Writing his memoirs, losin his hearin
But he don’t care what most people say

Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion
If he likes you hell smile and hell say
Jimmy, some of it’s magic, some of it’s tragic
But I had a good life all the way

Coda:
And he went to paris lookin for answers
To questions that bothered him so

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