It's been a busy eventful summer. 2 jobs. Extra time with kids. Bountiful garden. Bizarre dreams. Violently passionate romance... And of course, plenty of cycling.
The jobs both demand my time, as much as I can give. And I have given. The extra hours have filled my bank account. It's been mostly smooth sailing, with only minor irritations, which I pray to God don't metastasize into major ones.
I get 2 weeks with my kids from the court edict, and I took them whenever I could. It generally feels they are in their mother's thrall, and I am just some marginal, inconsequential character in their lives. It's a bit humiliating and saddening. There were some good times, though. I want to have more positive influence on my kids' lives than the situation currently permits.
Well timed rains nursed my garden all summer, and I am working steadily, harvesting as things come ripe. I store the potatoes, can the cukes and tomatoes and banana peppers, and pass good amounts of food to my ex, who has a larger household than I do. This may help foster more civil relations between us.
The series of rather vivid, bizarre dreams continues. One example is where I was in this very messy house. Clothes, dirty dishes, and whatnot were strewn everywhere. My kids were there. I was exhorting them to clean. They were ignoring me. Gilbert Gottfried somehow appears, and pulls me into a closet where he puts his arm around me and insists, in his comic voice, that my kids will eventually shape up and love me when they are adults!
It's been a good summer for cycling, and my bike got plenty of miles on it. There is a section of road on the way to work which is partially closed due to construction. It's particularly irritating because not only is it hazardous to cyclists, but also the work was at a standstill for weeks. Only recently has there been any signs of life/progress at this site. It's a bit vexing to me.
My bike needs work. The occasional rain shower I get caught in has deteriorated my shifting cables. I must work on them. Finding time to do this is hard. I'll get to it when I can!
My time with the special woman continues. It's amazing. We share stuff about our lives. We help each other through our respective stresses. Physical component of our relation is spectacular, unprecedented for me. It's like I threw a bunch of jigsaw puzzle pieces on a coffee table, and they all landed together properly. Everything fits so well. We're not perfect people, but together with her I feel nearly perfect. Got to enjoy while it lasts. I vow to be there for her as long as she wants me!
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