Hiding. Quite literally.
Its been one hell of a year. A roller coaster would look like a casual cruise compared to things that have happened this last year.
The death of a friend. Later followed by my father’s death, news of an unplanned pregnancy, and long-term hospitalization of another family member; all within one week! My own trip to an ER in Alberta thinking I was having a heart attack (fortunately not). Finally followed by a house purchase, moving and doing renovations while my wife was due in less than three weeks at that time.
Clearly I don’t like doing things the simple way! Thank God for family support in all this otherwise we’d be truly sunk.
A recent Doctor’s physical that I surprisingly came out of with flying colours (and intimate knowledge of what a stuffed turkey feels like), and surprising encouragement from my doctor to continue blogging, which is the reason for this post. I forget that just because things aren’t happening as planned, doesn’t mean things stopped happening. The ups and downs, all of it goes on and doesn’t stop.
So, some of the events will get details while I play catch up, but this is more to get back into the writing habit.
I’m also hoping to have details soon of something that will help get me back on to the fitness track: something that will give me a new level of accountability.
Fingers crossed, and hopefully I’ll have more to contribute!
Having a child means the lessons they teach you are as important as the lessons you teach them.
I love this picture of Liam, as it’s a reminder for me to stop and appreciate the simple things in life.
This was taken a the ShyLynn Ranch Campground in Salmon Arm, BC. As soon as we got there, Liam laid claim to the sandbox, and if he wasn’t riding his bike, he was in there. It’s what he enjoyed, and what he wanted. Despite us having a short dust-ball to deal with (think Pigpen from “Peanuts”) he was happy in there, and all it was is a bunch of sand in a tire… and a couple of his toys. What could be more simple?
Where are you really happy? Surrounded by your stuff, or away from it all?
I know I’d much rather be outside in the simplicity of nature! Now if I could just shake this damn bug…
For starters, I want to issue an apology to my followers for lack of updates lately. It’s been a busy summer.
The approaching winter has me doing preparations around the house, and then afterwards, maybe some more time for updates. I have several ideas in the works, as well as some projects from this summer that need to be finished. Doing my best to keep on track, but a re-focus is necessary and up-coming.
STAY TUNED FOR MORE UPDATES, AND THANKS FOR FOLLOWING!
Last week, it was a holiday Monday here in BC.
I had just got off a night shift. I was tired and hungry. My wife was telling me that she and Liam were planning on going up to Davidson Orchards in Vernon; his favourite place in the world! They had corn on special that day, for taking home and ready to eat. I had wished I could have gone with them. With work, I had barely seen either of them that weekend, but I was feeling the effects of two nights, bad sleep, and crappy sleep patterns. As we were discussing this, Liam walked up to me, pointed his finger at my head and loudly proclaimed: “Daddy! You come to the farm with us!“.
Apparently I’m not going to be sleeping for a bit…
Times like this I need to relish while they last. Right now, he wants me around. Someday there will be a time where he’ll be to cool to hang out with his old man. I might as well enjoy this while it lasts!
A “Smile” cookie, a tractor ride, and life is complete!
I don’t know why he always looks so angry eating corn?
“I splash you Daddy!”
Today was the first time in over a week I did something from my usual exercise routine.
This is the biggest lapse I’ve had in regular exercise since I started. It’s not that I haven’t been active (downright busy as a matter of fact!), I just haven’t done my usual intensity of a run or bike regime.
Last week it was a great weekend of camping with hiking and moments at the beach; followed by 5, instead of 4 days of work with a hike up a mountain thrown in the middle of it all; a day to veg to collect myself, and a day with my (who I thought was sick at the time) kid. Throw in the usual household duties and it gets to be a busy time. I’ve come closer to the 300 mark again, but fluctuations happen. I could sit around and beat myself up over it, but what is it going to accomplish?
Point is, that in the middle of our best intentions, life happens. It’s a hiccup, and it’s not going to be the only one. It might be a setback, but it’s not the end of the world. You pick up from where you left off, and you keep going.
You don’t fail when you’re not successful, you fail when you stop trying!