Let this be a lesson to you.

No wheel drive.

This is what happens to your lawn when you try to do the work of a (red and white Ford) tractor (haul a trailer of firewood) with your 2 wheel drive soccer-mom mini-van. It took me 30 mins. to get the van unstuck from 1″ of mud and I had to unhook the trailer and leave it in the middle of the yard. Jury’s out on how I’m going to move it where it needs to go. Much love to my in-laws who gave us the van in the first place, I just had to teach myself that it’s made for hauling pint sized hooligans and not a trailer full of maple through mud.

My brain is in a constant state of turmoil regarding this thing. I dunno why I have it sometimes anymore. It’s just one more thing to do. I’ve been ‘blogging’ for so long – since even before there was ‘blogging’ per se and every now and then I get to the point of now. Like ‘why the hell am I doing this? What’s my compulsion to share this nonsense with total strangers and/or friends alike? The irony is that if you and I were in a room together, I wouldn’t talk to you. I’m not a terribly social person, without the aid of a controlled substance of some kind.

Which brings me to my next point, I’ve quit drinking (I can hear the gasps of disbelief and cries of ‘say it ain’t so!’ from my LYH readers). Why? Well I’ve not the energy or time right now to go into a lengthy dissertation and review of my sordid past with alcohol. Suffice to say, I think I’ve drank enough in my first 37 years to fill the rest of my however-many years. Heath reasons. Setting a better example reasons. I was gonna write some long post about how I’ve had good times and bad times with booze and try and jerk some tears from ya’ll, but maybe later. For now, I’m just tired of it. I want to just be honest with myself and the people around me and live life undiluted and raw. At least as raw as a 37 year old father of 4 can – which for the moment is about as exciting as a library book sale. So far I’m 3 weeks without a drop – which is probably the longest I’ve gone in 10-15 years, at least. Next time you run into me, buy me a Coke. Or even better yet, some groceries.

On another note, I just finished reading The Best Game You Can Name by Dave Bidini. An awesome book. So awesome in fact that once I finished it, I promptly sat down and wrote him a letter. His book On A Cold Road is excellent as well. I HIGHLY suggest you check him out.

4 Replies to “Let this be a lesson to you.”

  1. We do love to see it so keep writing it ! Congrats and good luck on quitting drinking – you can be our inspiration since we all should! It’s such a crutch and escape that we’ve convinced ourselves it is necessary, but the ‘raw’ life as you call it, is certainly more enjoyable in the long run!
    Keep up the good work and the awesome pictures!
    Love,
    MOM

  2. Since getting to sit down in the same room – whether we talk to each other or not – is so scarce I would be very sad to see you stop your blog. I adore all of my nieces and nephews (and now great nieces and great nephews) and would hate to loose touch with any of them. Those huge family gatherings I grew up with are a thing of the past with everyone so busy and/or living so far apart. Reading your blog and seeing your pictures makes me feel like I get little visits and can “know” you and Lyn and the 4 little ones at least a little bit.

    As for the alcohol….way to go! Lots of love, A. Linda

  3. Bukit, do you want me to truck up there and bring my Home Depot fork lift to haul UR A$$ oot? Good thing on quitting drinking, since I seriously started spinning, I quit as well, now I am down to 176… really helps climbing those hills. Hope all is well. Happy Holidays GO LANCE!!!!

  4. Ditto on everything Aunt Linda said. I guess the sad part is that our visits are a bit one sided in that we don’t always write back. We will try to do better. Love you tons, A. Mary Lu

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