1. We still have snow and chilly temperatures here but a few sunny days are hinting that spring might be coming soon. To my delight and amusement, all the young men in my town and at school have, all at once, started to wear shorts everywhere. It's nice to see their pale white, skinny, fuzzy, frat-boy legs once again but I much the prefer the more developed musculature of an mature man's legs, calves especially.
2. All three of my kids have been with me in recent days, on and off, since my university daughter is back for the summer. It's fantastic to see how close my kids are and how much fun they have together.
3. Although they all love their mother, I constantly hear our kids talking about how difficult and annoying she can be to live with, some of the time. This is the same sort of bossy, unreasonable, micro-managing behaviour which I dealt with throughout our marriage.
"Being spammed by Mom" happens when my wife, who is lying on the couch watching TV, texts one of the kids upstairs to come down, make her a cup of tea and deliver it! Annoying!!! Especially when this happens dozens of times a day and when my wife doesn't lift a finger to help anyone else out. And it's doubly annoying for the kids, having to deal with their mother's anger when she doesn't get an instant response.
4. We've been having some (as the kids called it) "northern redneck fun", with all of us out on the disintegrating ice, jumping from one floating ice pan to another. What a hoot! The chunks are about one foot thick and fairly safe but it`s easy to become temporarily stranded when the pan drifts too far out to safely jump back. And occasionally, someone jumps on a ice chunk which is too small to support his weight or has a mushy edge which breaks off, resulting in a dunk in the icy water. Check out the pic of me, below.
6. I am also planning for lots of fun gay activities during the four days I'll be there .... but I am not ready to blog about them just yet. But I hope to push my gay journey forward into unfamiliar territory.
7. I am getting quite apprehensive about my follow-up prostate checkup at the Princess Margaret Cancer Hospital but I can't wish it away. As John Wayne said: "A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do."
|This is me jumping across the floating ice pans in front of my house.|