Saturday, February 18, 2017

Fear is your only guide on the radio

Another lengthy gap between posts. It's alright; I'm not sure there are many of  you left out there checking in to this blog. I haven't the heart to put it to sleep, so to speak, so I'll keep it going. It's not that I don't have anything to write about, it's just that I haven't had the time or the inclination to put pen to paper. I've said this before in past posts. I'm sure of it.

Anyway

Veronica has been reading from this blog. She started at the beginning. I don't know what year she's on now, but I've been okay with it, despite my fears to the contrary. It's a good way for her to fill in the blanks with a number of the years before we met. So far she hasn't encountered anything to warrant a divorce (as far as I know). We'll see how things pan out.

We have two new additions to our family: Tasmine and Tomasin, sister kittens and cute as can be. We'd been talking about getting a kitten but these girls came as a bonded pair, so it was both or neither. When V showed me pics of them, I had to think of it for a bit, but it made sense to me we should try to adopt them. V got right on it and within a week our household became a bit more crowded and quite a bit more active.

We've been using V's office as  a nursery for them until they're old enough to be left out at night unsupervised (Tasmine's agenda is to investigate any situation that will result in mischief; Tomasin is sweet and responsible but still a kitten and not entirely trustworthy). This is as close as I'll get to parenthood, raising three cats. Kikuchiyo has been a good older brother but he's bigger than them and can get rough with them when they play. Another reason for the nursery.

V and I were pretty beat this morning and there was mild dread around taking a Krav Maga class this morning, but we got ourselves there and made it through. It was an intense class. Lots of kicking and punching drills, no let up. A lot of sweat. Yankel, who taught today, ended the class with gun disarming drill. A number of people were going to play paintball later in the day but V and I declined so we could do some chores at home. We would have liked to have gone; not only do we enjoy the classes themselves, but we've been meeting some great people.

We leave for Puerto Rico in a few days. I haven't been on a vacation like this in years and years. My inlaws have a place in San Juan they've been renting for years and invited us to come visit. We'll probably meet up with my cousin, Brian, who lives there in his capacity as an FBI agent (nice gig).

Alright, I'm out of here, children.

Peace

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

The Year of The Cat

A quick update to this neglected, lonely blog. Sorry, folks, it's just what happens. Married life suits me well and it takes priority over things in my life I used to have more time for. So it goes.

Well, let's see....

I've had a rib injury (probably dislocated, maybe broken - who knows) for a week and I'm just now starting to feel the effects of healing. The injury was the result of our Krav Maga instructor, Alli, demonstrating a move that entailed placing his knee on my chest as I lay there. He exerted a bit more pressure than I think he intended to and pop goes the rib. It's okay, he's a real nice guy and I know he didn't mean it. Still, Veronica had moments afterward in which she felt the urge to give him a tongue lashing. She likes him, too, though, and never followed through. Good, because he felt pretty bad about the situation.

We started taking Krav Maga a few weeks ago. It is intense and we love it. And we dread it, too, but that's to be expected. We're learning how to defend ourselves and those in need. Krav Maga is brutal and swift and incorporates various martial arts. If we find ourselves in a tough situation, we'll be ready to handle ourselves in such a way that makes it so that our opponent(s) will regret their decision to mess with us. We're still green, though; we've got a while to go before we reach bad-assery.

Christmas looms. We'll be spending Christmas eve and early Christmas morning in Portsmouth with the inlaws and then go to my grandmothers and then go to my mom's house. It will be a long day and our little kitty, Kikuchiyo, will be all by his lonesome. We've got someone coming by to feed him and give him a little TLC while we're gone, but we still feel like bad parents leaving him like that.

V and I had our little Christmas last weekend. Our new 40" TV and blu-ray player arrived on Thursday and so did a few Christmas dvds we ordered. We didn't get to them all but we will at some point. We stayed in all weekend - I had to on account of the fact I could barely move - and ate good food and enjoyed each other's company. She's the love of my life and my best friend.

Alright, I've got to split. More soon, I hope.

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Eternally returning

I started writing about the political climate but there's little refuge from it. Why should I let it leak into this blog? As of right now, I declare this blog to be a haven from the ubiquitous buzz of civil unrest. It's entirely possible I'll change my mind in a future post, but such is the nature of my whims.

Moving on.

I forgot to take my contacts out. I'm typing in a semi-dark room lit only by my screen and a salt lamp on my bedside table. Veronica is asleep in our bed and Kikuchiyo is laying down on my side at its foot. I really don't want to go downstairs again but I'll have to. Not such a big problem, I know, but it's problem enough to turning my thoughts towards a prickly outcome. Ah, it will only take a minute or two, not a big deal. I guess.

Anyway

Short week. Tomorrow I'll head into the office for the last time this week. Thanksgiving is upon us. And so is Veronica's birthday, which falls on Black Friday, something she's thrilled about. Not for shopping reasons but because the color black is her best friend. You won't find another color other than gray in her wardrobe. We're going to have a few days of uninterrupted time together, something we're both desiring pretty strongly. Among other birthday related things, like going out to eat, we plan on watching a movie called Things I've been dying to see. It's basically one of the best worst movies ever, according to my sources and my eyes, which have seen enough clips from it to feel pretty confident it will be a worthwhile viewing. The dvd only cost approximately ten bucks so if it's shit, well, I've payed more for a crappy burger.

It's time for me to go back downstairs and take out my contacts. If I'm not back before the holiday, I hope yours is a special one.

Gobble gobble

Friday, November 18, 2016

People Vultures God Approaches

A few months back, my doctor advised me to change my diet to mostly vegan and incorporate a daily aerobic routine into my life. This was because my blood pressure and cholesterol levels were too high. Bummer news, but not surprising. I had hoped, because of my (mostly) healthy lifestyle, that these family health traits would have not appeared so prominently. Not so lucky: sometimes you can't escape your genes. Nothing is static, however.

So, consequently I've been getting up earlier every morning and hitting the bike path for about a half hour of interval running (walk real fast, all out sprint, walk real fast, all out sprint....). This wasn't such an easy transition to make, particularly because it's a bit of a shock to the system to be sleepy and snuggly under the covers one minute and outside busting ass not so many minutes later. I have, however, come to cherish the routine. It's a great way to start the day and my mind and body are energized by the time I get in the car to leave for work in the morning. Gone are the days of groggy, foggy commutes.

While I'm reaping the benefits of my modified lifestyle, it was discouraging at the beginning knowing that whatever I had been doing health-wise was not nearly enough for me to be healthy. Even though I was an avid yoga practitioner and ate pretty well, I was still too heavy - 30 lbs too heavy - according to my doctor. Losing thirty pounds might be tough because it will take me below the ideal weight for my body type, but it's where I need to be to maintain healthy levels of cholesterol and blood pressure. I've been up for the challenge so far.
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V and I are planning on learning Krav Maga, the brutal but swift and effective Israeli self defense system. We've been scouting locations and hopefully will begin taking classes soon. I've always wanted to learn this style of self defense and, without being too alarmist, it seems to me it will be more essential than ever in our emerging divisive, powder-keg cultural climate to know how to protect yourself . V already has combat training under her belt (in addition to a carefully placed knife she keeps on her person) but her skills have grown rusty with the passing of years. I know we'll both feel better knowing our mate is well equipped to get out of trouble if the need arises. I'm looking forward to it and, if for nothing else, we'll get some good workouts. I hear the classes are pretty intense.

Ok, I'm out of here. The weekend approaches. Other than a brunch we're attending on Sunday that Emilie from Borealis Yoga is having at Daddy Jones for her employees and significant others, we're planning on laying low and getting some quality time together. Because of our work schedules this week, we've been like two smoking hot ships passing sexily in the night.

Or something like that.

Peace!




Thursday, November 17, 2016

Wait for the answer to open the door

Yes, Trump is President. Yes, people are losing their shit over it. I'm trying, along with my wife, to maintain a respectable distance from the deep divide that has been unfolding in our country. Some of it feels organized, like there are dark elements operating in the shadows manipulating us in order to enact some foul end game. Who knows.

Anyway

Married life. It's been wonderful; I do believe I have the best, or most bestest, as some might say, wife in the world. We've been together over a year and every single day together has been a joy. We've never had an argument. Some of you are thinking, "Well, sure, you're going through your honeymoon period." Maybe. When we were only together a couple of months, we were told, mostly by cynical fucks, that things would settle down, that "reality" would settle in soon enough. Over a year later and we're still going strong. It's not like we haven't had little bumps but here's the deal: I love Veronica and she loves me. We communicate well and love being together. That accounts for a lot.

Kikuchiyo is such a great cat. V wants another one. I'm game, but not sure it won't upset the balance. Will our little puppy kitty, our Baby K, resent another cat? Will he feel left out? I'm leaning towards him being cool with another family member, but it's hard to tell. One thing I do know for sure: he thoroughly enjoys all the attention we smother him with.

Can't remember if it's been brought up in this blog, but we no longer have roommates (Edit: clearly, I have brought it up, like one post ago. Oh, Kevin!). After years of having them, it's been an absolute joy having the place to ourselves. Fred moved out to live with his girlfriend in September and Andrew was asked by us to kindly find another place. Fortunately for us, he found a place real quick and moved out at the end of September. Funny how things work. Over the summer, we were plotting our move. We were sick of living with roommates but didn't think the ones we presently had would move out anytime soon. Well, they did and fuck, yeah!

So married life suits me well. V is the perfect companion for me and I'm perfect for her (at least that's what she says- heh!). Anyway, I've got to bail. I'll keep in touch.

Oh, yeah: Cannabis is legal in MA!!! Somehow, this amazing news didn't get the proper attention in these parts because of the Trump factor, Whatever. I, for one, am stoked. Rejoice!

Monday, October 10, 2016

Love thy enemy, but hate the lack of sincerity

For the first time ever as an adult, I'm roommate free. Well, aside from Veronica and Kikuchiyo, our cat, that is. Fred moved out at the end of August. I'd lived with him longer than any other roommate, but I was not terribly saddened by his departure, nice guy though he is. Once he was out, it wasn't terribly long before we decided we were going to ask Andrew to move out. V broke the news to him one morning. No hard feelings; he moved out a couple of weeks ago.

V has converted Fred's room into her office and I've claimed Andrew's room into a music room. I want to make it a cool, conducive place to create and record music. It'll be a pleasing exercise, I predict, shopping around for stuff for the room.

I haven't posted since July and I'm not sure anyone of you is checking in on this blog. Oh, well, I don't blame you if you aren't. I haven't been tending the garden. It's been tough finding the time to post. It's too bad; I just got married and the whole process would have made for good material. At the very least, I would have had something to write about.

Well, it's time to split. V's teaching yoga and I need to feed myself some dinner. I intend to revisit this blog sooner than later. It's possible I will, you know. Don't look so doubtful.

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Lady finger, dipped in moonlight

Clearly I haven't tended to this blog the way I used to. Much has changed in my life and the time or inclination to post here hasn't been available much. Should I retire the blog? I don't know. I've thought of taking that route, but I've always maintained the notion that I could always return to it when the urge struck. I suppose none of this matters, really. My readership has dwindled; it's not as if I've got people clamoring for me to post here.

Anyway

Life has been hectic in a good way. I'm about to be married in a couple of months, we've got an awesome cat named Kikuchiyo, my job is going great (working with friends is totally rad, dude!)

Ok, time to go. Can't say I'll be posting all the time, but I don't think I'll give the blog up for good. 

Time will tell.