August 7: Day Two from Grand Mountain Lodge, Finally Relaxing

Greetings from Grand Mountain Lodge once more.  I'm taking advantage of the fact that my kids are at the arcade down the hall to type this post.  They will soon be returning with their cheap, Oriental Trading Company prizes.  "Look what I won, daddy," my daughter will yell, waving a plastic snake in front of my face, "and it only took twenty dollars in tickets!"

We've had a great day.  We went to the water park.  We went out to lunch.  We rode the chair lifts up the mountain to take some pictures at the top.  My daughter and sister decided to brave the zip line adventure (I was the intrepid videographer, both feet safely on the ground.)  Above all, I relaxed. Finally.

The best news:  my car started this morning, despite my immense, unfounded worries of yesterday evening.  I don't know how that happened.  All that worry for nothing.  I even had a little bit of a nightmare last night about car problems.  Maybe, just maybe, worry doesn't really change the outcome of anything.  Maybe, just maybe, worry only causes unneeded grief and insomnia.

Hmmmmmm.  Saint Marty will have to worry about that one for a little while.

We have been to the mountain top

August 13: Great Day, Back to Work Tomorrow

I had a great day with my family.  Swimming.  A movie with my daughter.  Pizza for dinner.  I talked with one of my best friends, who lives in Georgia but is moving back to the Upper Peninsula.  It has been a really wonderful day.

Back to work tomorrow morning.  Not looking forward to it.  Not using subjects in my sentences.  Feeling sort of neanderthal about the prospect of returning to my routine.

Saint Marty not happy tonight.

Me in the mirror tomorrow morning

March 22: Great Teaching, Great Working, Great Day

I have to say that today has been the best day of this sucky week.  (It didn't have to go very far to achieve this distinction, however.)  Work in the medical office was easy and smooth.  Teaching mythology was beyond great.  I went into class with a vague notion of what I wanted to accomplish.  The discussion ranged far and wide, from European coal mining to The Silence of the Lambs.  By the time class was over, I had myself believing that life is a fairy tale.  It was fantastic.  (By the way, remind me some day to explain how President Barack Obama's life is a fairy tale.  It's amazing how it follows a traditional fairy tale type.)

Over all, I guess I have to say that today has been great.  Tonight, I have nothing on my schedule.  I can stay home and watch the results show for American Idol.  Maybe read a book or work on my memoir chapter, as well.  My point is that I can do almost anything I want to do, sans guilt.  It's going to be fantastic.

I don't know what fairy godmother or godfather sprinkled happiness on my Cheerios this morning, but I'm really grateful.  It's been a pretty shitty few days, otherwise.  I will take this goodness without questions.  I give thanks for it.

Saint Marty is ready to kick back, chillax.  Hallelujah.

Somebody had a good banana today!