If you don't know the reference in the title, it's not even worth explaining...
I think I've started a blog before. It went the way of the world. It was actually a clever little blog, if I may say so myself. The title of it was something like greenwaterfishbowl.blogspot.com. I'm pretty sure the title is still available even though I deleted it a long time ago.
My goal is to try and make this not so much a journal (mostly because the commitment involved in the word 'journal' just scares the pants off of me), but more of a quick collection of daily experiences. For some reason, somewhere in my life I have gotten the idea that a journal must be a rich accounting of all my thoughts, feelings, and actions throughout the day. My problems with that are many: For one, I suck at writing. I have probably already made myriad mistakes thus far (and yes, I just dropped the 'myriad' bomb just to drop the 'myriad' bomb). Two, I can't recount anything. I can have a twenty-minute long conversation on the phone, hang up, and remember very little of it. Just ask Jamie. And three - sometimes my life isn't that interesting. If you have ever been a student in any school anywhere, you understand that a whole day may pass without something exciting enough about which you feel compelled to write.
I am writing this on a bed in a suite in downtown San Antonio. I am alone here, without the company of my wife or two kiddos. There are things about it that are nice (TV on all the time, going to and fro without worrying about the kids, kicking my socks off wherever and not feeling bad about it), but more things about it that suck. In the end, I am just so bored. I went to the Alamo today and walked around, and felt very silly as nobody really ever does touristy things along (except my dad). To get into the Alamo, they don't charge you, but make you take a picture before you go in, and I'm sure charge you TONS for it if you want to buy it. This family of six was ahead of me, and when they were done, I just looked at the lady, and said 'please don't remind me that I'm not with my family by making me take a picture alone.' I must have sounded very pathetic, because she made the most pitiful face ever.
That being said, it's not like I just mope around all day. I'm judging the people here very carefully. I can't decide if Texans are grumpy yet (my first day's experience here was not so hot, but travel days rarely are spectacular). I try to keep a smile on, talk to strangers, take candy from them (j/k), etc.
So, for my list today, I have already done my in-processing, came home, made lunch, worked out, studied, played xbox, watched tv, went swimming, talked to the kids, read them a book... and now here I sit. I did a lot today, I guess, but without my kiddos and Jamie... life is kinda lame. I don't miss being single.
And really, I have never lived without someone. I grew up sharing a room with my older brother, Kevin, who was my best friend. We each inherited one half of a genius' brain. I got the right brain (isn't that the science-y part), my brother the left. Together we will destroy (or save) the universe. Too bad we are in different states.
So, there is today's rambling.
Peace.
