I despise days like today. The sky is a murky grey, everything is wet, the air is sticky and everything seems dreary, quiet and still. There is no “life” to anything it seems. Not even the wind which carries the leaves noisily down Main Street stirs any sense of vitality. Needless to say, it is hard to get motivated.
Albeit the depressive forecast, I was able to make what I believe is an important step in my search & rescue for the soul mission: I hit the elliptical at the YMCA last night for 1 hour during which I expended 462 calories and dragged my sorry ass along for 4.73 miles. It’s a small feat, but basically the other thread that I’m hanging on to at this point.
I had lunch today with my father wherein we discussed the rutting habits of wild hogs over a feast of Fuddruckers hamburgers (thank God I hit the gym last night). Yes, I said wild hogs. Recently I had caught an episode of Man v. Wild wherein Bear Grylls caught a wild hog in the wooded backlands of Alabama
I often think my father and I are one in the same person –trapped souls intertwined in more ways than can be imagined. Although outsiders often comment on my likeness towards my mother, it stems only from the outgoing personality (often times faked) and the blonde hair. Other than that – I am my father’s child without question. I like that mantra – it makes me feel as though he and I share a secret, a connection that cannot be spoken but is felt deeply between only him and me. It is rare that I don’t understand his mood, mindset or logic taken in forming any particular belief or opinion. Our frequent luncheons are a brief moment of time wherein every problem or issue is suspended indefinitely. Sweet relief it is.
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