A Summer's Wind Brings Many Thoughts

Hello, again. It's been a month since the last post, so it's time to unload some mental baggage in a positive manner. Wow, am I discouraged. I have stopped running to allow my hernia surgery to heal. My son is still taking the lazy, I don't give a damn, way of life. He is still not working and, worst of all, is not looking. It's causing me to think twice about continuing my open-ended bank-rolling of his daily activities. We almost exploded today as I found out my I-tunes account lost over two years of music. Just gone and no explanation. I challenged Patrick to whether or not he had made a mistake on the hard drive and erased everything. He, of course, declined any involvement at all. And, due to his disrespectful manner, I almost lost it. But, patience won out. I found a way to rebuild the music file. And Patrick found a way to lose his driving privelage for an evening. Next subject, my health. Wow, surgery went smoothly but recovery is a pain.:) My incision is only an inch or so, but am I sore through my core. It's getting better day by day, so I'm getting back to my old habits again. Thank the Lord. Running is my Prozac, and without it, well, let's just say I hate to miss my medicine. Lauren came by today. She seemed pleased with the photo-book I made for her. She's working hard for Sprint-Nextel in Racine. I think she's living a life of moderation, but I'm still not sure. It's been a crazy month, June has. It went by so very quickly but with several great memeories. Father's Day with the family...I mean the old family.
Laverne, Don and Babe, Cheryl. It was a nice dinner together. Wes DeLeurere's Surprise 60th Birthday party, another nice gathering. A great, home-cooked meal with Mike and Pam at their motorcoach at the Empress Casino RV campground. The Cubs, winning more than losing for a change. Many good things. These were offset by the continuing decline of my Mother and the worry of my Step-Dad's declining health resulting from a serious fall while walking outside. I just hate this stage of life. It's like waiting for the other shoe to drop, but it's getting real personal. Sometimes I can see the benefits to high-risk hobbies, like climbing Everest, jumping out of airplanes, racing motorcycles. Maybe that's why there is a little credence to the saying, Have Fun or Die Trying! I really identify with some of my friends who are now really stretched financially. Having two in college at the same time is really scary. It's killing a thing called cash flow. I know I'll make it somehow, but wow, there is major accompanying worry. One nice thing about June is summer-league basketball. I was able to follow the Hilltoppers again and I have been asked to help out with team next year. Either video or statistics, but I'm sure I'll try to do it. Also, I've offered to do some personal coaching and I'm curious to see if that develops. I love basketball. I love my kids. I love my friends. Thank you, Lord, for your many Blessings.
I feel better, thank you Blogging. Peace. Over and Out, Ricky.