A New Year Lurks
Mid-December, a tough time for an 'old guy' that is struggling with his feelings and his professional existence. It's been many weeks since my last post and not a lot has changed.
Unfortunately, the dreaded Mr. C, throat cancer, has returned and is savagely destroying my Mother. I was able to spend time with her recently to celebrate her 80th birthday but it is so hard to sit by and watch her slow decline. On the positive side, Alzheimer's has so ravished her mind that she doesn't remember day-to-day just how bad off she really is. Whoever said 'growing old is not for sissies' really hit the mark.
On another subject, the fractured marriage picture became more clear this past week. My wonderful ex-wife felt comfortable enough to bring her new boyfriend to our son's basketball game. And to my surprise, it was my business attorney! I'm happy because there was a time that I felt I lost her to another woman, and seeing them together proved this theory wrong. But it does create the question of how long was this relationship going before we ended ours? Or was it active at all? But, it's water over the dam, and not worth the mental anguish to consider it!!
Basketball, what an emotional rollercoaster! I was so hopeful for my son's team this year. I thought the team could build on last year's 18 and 9 record and, maybe, even contest for a conference championship. But, no way, the injury bug has hit the team hard and will permanently limit the teams future success. They will have a successful season if they can match last year. Conference championship? No way, too many strong teams with better talent, and much better coaching. On the positive side, my son is doing well. Defensively, he's playing at a level I didn't think possible given his size and physical stature. Offensively, he's gaining confidence and is just starting to tap his significant potential. I'm happy for him. Now, let's see which college accepts him and whether or not he can play at the next level, Division III.
Running, I have taken two weeks off unintentionally. I must get back at it as my weight is up and my mental barometer is down. Running is my Prozac. And I am neglecting my medicine!
Nice to vent, I look forward to returning. Out. Ricky
Unfortunately, the dreaded Mr. C, throat cancer, has returned and is savagely destroying my Mother. I was able to spend time with her recently to celebrate her 80th birthday but it is so hard to sit by and watch her slow decline. On the positive side, Alzheimer's has so ravished her mind that she doesn't remember day-to-day just how bad off she really is. Whoever said 'growing old is not for sissies' really hit the mark.
On another subject, the fractured marriage picture became more clear this past week. My wonderful ex-wife felt comfortable enough to bring her new boyfriend to our son's basketball game. And to my surprise, it was my business attorney! I'm happy because there was a time that I felt I lost her to another woman, and seeing them together proved this theory wrong. But it does create the question of how long was this relationship going before we ended ours? Or was it active at all? But, it's water over the dam, and not worth the mental anguish to consider it!!
Basketball, what an emotional rollercoaster! I was so hopeful for my son's team this year. I thought the team could build on last year's 18 and 9 record and, maybe, even contest for a conference championship. But, no way, the injury bug has hit the team hard and will permanently limit the teams future success. They will have a successful season if they can match last year. Conference championship? No way, too many strong teams with better talent, and much better coaching. On the positive side, my son is doing well. Defensively, he's playing at a level I didn't think possible given his size and physical stature. Offensively, he's gaining confidence and is just starting to tap his significant potential. I'm happy for him. Now, let's see which college accepts him and whether or not he can play at the next level, Division III.
Running, I have taken two weeks off unintentionally. I must get back at it as my weight is up and my mental barometer is down. Running is my Prozac. And I am neglecting my medicine!
Nice to vent, I look forward to returning. Out. Ricky
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