Im blogging in the dark
I’m blogging in the dark on a bus to a hotel.

We’re staying at the Best Western in Matamoras while our house is being painted; last night, it was at the in-laws. I wish we were at home tonight and tomorrow but we saren’t. We opted to do this instead of staying with Arline & Sol in order to keep Jack in school and on his schedule. There are so many things to do and so little time to get things done.

Yesterday, I resolved to have some fun and watch the Giant game wigth Sol. I needed to remember to rest, rather than always be on the go. I want to visit my parents soon. We need to close on the house and get the new car. I want to start a second business providing expert advice on job hunting.

O, tonight, I’m blogging on the bus on my way to Milfor, looking forward to the time when the house won’t be in shambles.
- posted by Unknown @ 5:54 PM

 
What I love
What I love is coming home to this house and to my family.

Last week, I felt so run down. The pressure of this move, keeping the workload up, taking care of Jack while Sharon was abroad, worry in general, got me to a mpoint where I was too pooped and to feverish to do much of anything.

Saturday was a day of rain and shopping. We got a late stop and had lunch at Paneri Bread in Middletown New York. The onion soup was lovely, the sandwich was OK  and I ran out of gas easily.

Yesterday, rather than go to meditation, I stayed home and took it easy. It was a smart choice.  I felt much better yesterday and better today and, although I still have the cough, I’ll go to the doctor later in the week if it doesn’t get better.

We’ve just gotten off 84 in Matamoras and I’ll lose signal soon. I love it in PA.


- posted by Unknown @ 5:37 PM

 
Today everything is working right
Today, everything is more comfortablr on the commute. It seems that Monday morning/the weekenders fill the bus heading home after the weekend. Today, we’re pretty empty. We just stopped at the park & ride somewhere in New Jersey and the bus is not full. So I’m blogging along, my keyboard at a decent angle to work with.Ah, second park & ride! I hope no one sits next to me. I think I’ll make it. So far, so good. Uh, oh..

OK, someone sat next to me and it’s not so bad. The seat in front is upright.My mug just fell and I thought I lodt my work.

I can’t get on mail2web this morning so some of my time will be wasted. I’ve got to exchange my bus tickets. When I called Short Lines, I was told that a monthly could be used any time. No one mentioned an end date, let alone that they would be back dated to further limit their use.

Su as I sit here with an hour to go on my trip, I feel so appreciative of what Sharon is doing to make our new house a home while we wait for our erstwhile contractor to come tonight. Saturday, he called to say that he would be at our place in an hour and  ahalf and then never showed up or called. Talk about a red flag for substance abuse!

She has put clothes of mine in closets while hers remains in boxes tro make sure that I can get at things I need in the AM.

She made dinner for me last night; she’s dri\ving Jacl to and from school every day until we sell the old house, have cash and can buy a new car that can house a car pool. She’s spending  a lot of time with Jack while I’m on the bus. And, when she realized I was up this morning, she got up to spend time connecting with me before I left for work.

Smooch!
- posted by Unknown @ 7:06 AM

 
The first morning commute
The first morning commute. Laptop on the bus, I head to New York from our new home in Milford, PA. We moved last wek in thye middle of torrential rains that made our creek sound like one where people went white water rafting.

I’m doing contortions with my laptop to blog this morning. The bus was 10 minutes late and is now full but, when all is said and done Oh, yeah, I mistakenly set the clock wrong getting up an hour earlier than I should have.

The wireless network is slow in the past of NJ I’m in now and its also fun to see how my son is growing up—smart, fun and, when he’s tired, he doesn’t listen for shit. Aquick tiff in the store and he cries for Mommy.

And he was a doll at meditation yesterday. I enjoyed thye teaching, although I missed part of the meditation with nodding off. I’m pushing myself mentally and physically and am hoping that Sharon locates the box with my Androgel so I can starft taking my medications again.

So as I sit on the bus about 45 minutes from Port Authority (if the schedule is right), we pass Ho-Ho-Kus and I’m hopefl that this move and all the associated gyrations will work out.

- posted by Unknown @ 7:38 AM

 
I promise
I promise.

I promise to be quite so reactive and develop more proactive behavior.

I keep responding to stuff and not attacking life and work.

Jack does stuff and I respond. I’m following, not leading.

Ugh.
- posted by Unknown @ 10:08 PM

 
Im so tired
I’m so tired.

Sharon has been away since last Tuesday afternoon and I’ve been Daddy on Duty. I’ve had to take off from work, keep track of work, be a father and I’m beat,

My mother-in-law has been a great help by just opening her home to take care of Jack one night letting me get to the office on Thursday. But here we are on Monday and thank goodness you’re coming home.

I find it so hard to turn off work and be because my work doesn’t turn off.
- posted by Unknown @ 12:27 PM