Fly Away Home

12 years in the making, today. Words once again evade
me, but tears do not.  -cW

Last Day Of The Year

Darkness settles over my cramped abode. My oldest is gone to a friend's house to usher in the new year. My three sons are in our living area bickering over who dives next on wii's "Endless Ocean". My better half resides at the hospital still, & I am in front of a lifeless monitor staring down what will be a monumental year that is to come. Yes, I know I haven't been around lately, we've been over this. Yes, I know 2013 was not supposed to top 2012 in level of difficulty. Alas, dilemmas persist. I suppose that will not change on my dying day. 

But here we are.

2014: The year that has been over a decade in the making. 

Here's to a new day, stronger faith, & a prolonged journey ... almost complete. =0)  

Out Of The Blue

Wars abound. People cannot be trusted. Good health is the slowest means by which we die. Leaders fail. Companies go bankrupt. The best laid plans yadi-yadi-yaduh...blah, blah, blah...

But once in a lifetime...on the rarest occasion...perhaps when you least expect it...out of the blue... =0)

Bridge in the Woods

Experienced much these past 12 months. Today will be no different. Historic moment for the Ward family as my daughter finishes junior high on this day, my oldest son leaves elementary school (no love loss there), & my middle son completes kindergarten. 

Pass the Prilosec. 

While Twenty Twelve proved to be one of the more difficult seasons of life, 2013 has been even harder. I suppose that's why I felt the need to sequester myself as I was tiring of my musty, unoriginal compositions.

That acknowledged, my failure has been the act of taking up residence in the muck & mire. 

Trying to correct this inadequacy. 

High time I focus on the bridge leading me home, rather than the somber woods. Hence today's pic. 

Thank you for reading. 

-cK  

 

The Last Fort

As I type this early Friday morning, my oldest son's alarm is going off (or "going on" as my literalist children insist). This is the day my oldest son has been yearning for since last August (takes after his father in that regard) as the last day of school is finally upon us.

And speaking of endings, the picture you see is Kael's last fort before summer hits & everything in his life is turned upside down.

I spent some time with him in the cozy confines of this shelter yesterday afternoon. We visited safe inside over a dimly lit flashlight & a slice of processed cheese, while his younger brother climbed in & out of the garrison (as you can see in the picture if you look close enough).

The moment certainly didn't last long enough.

It's no secret my heart is heavy these days. Big changes (& one particularly scary test) are staring our family in the face. Meanwhile, Kael turned five last week & our brief time together under his makeshift blankets represent his final days at home before summer's tumultuous arrival, followed by his start of school in a few short months.

As mentioned in a previous post, I must go away now for a while. So this shall be my final blog for a season. Last day of school. Last post. Last fort. How the years pass us by.

Bitter Sweet

Not terribly long ago, the little squeedunk you see pictured, enjoyed his second birthday. In a few short days my next to youngest will celebrate his fifth birthday. While this is no doubt cause for celebration, I confess it's entirely too sobering & overwhelming for your favorite blogger & mine. Simply stated, it's all ...Going. Too. Fast. 

If you should happen to locate my "life's remote" (so to speak) lodged under my proverbial worn out pee stained sofa of life, please I'm begging you, hit the pause button.

Alas...sigh...it would seem everything in this life I want to savor is ripped out from underneath me at record pace, while the things I despise have a never ending shelf life. Perhaps this is simply part of the curse. You know, for the same reason weeds need zero care & will easily take over a yard. But if you happen to want carfefully groomed Carpet Grass, prepare to toil & shell out benjamins only to see the unforgiving Texas heat burn your fleeting investment to a crisp by mid June.  Even Leviticus warns "All your work will be for nothing, for your land will yield no crops, & your trees will bear no fruit." 

Nice.

I realize most of my blog entries for this year have been anything but sunshine & lollipops. But life isn't very doable & certainly not enjoyable under the current circumstances. And there is very little I can do to alter the sitch. Overzealous reader wanting to be encouraging while not dealing with all the facts: Oh yes there is! Chessking: Oh no there's not!

What's worse, in the very near future, I must go away for a time. I plan to keep a daily log in a little green cheapy notebook during my leave of absence. If anything interesting comes of it, I'll be sure to share. Don't hold your breath. I know I won't. *Double sigh*... :0/  

The Iron Lady

I freely admit I'm not much of a movie watcher these days. But there's a special place in my heart for Great Britain's finest jewel. So off to Redbox I went. ;0)

Conclusion: I've never seen a character more accurately portrayed. Meryl Streep... wow... there are no words.

An enormous ally of the United States during the final days of the Cold War, Thatcher represents the very best of our Motherland in my discerning opinion. I have such fond & distinct memories of her standing side by side with President Reagan during the course of the 1980's, & will never forget her endearing eulogy at his funeral in June of 2004. Now in the sunset of her remarkable life, I am deeply saddened to see such a resilient, steadfast woman, become so frail. But we know aging & health problems never discriminate.

As the years pass her legacy will only deepen. But I am particularly encouraged to know her carbon copy currently resides in Wasilla, Alaska. 

   "I think we have gone through a period when too many children & people have been given to understand "I have a problem, it is the Government's job to cope with it!" or "I have a problem, I will go & get a grant to cope with it!" "I am homeless, the Government must house me!" & so they are casting their problems on society & who is society? There is no such thing! There are individual men & women & there are families & no government can do anything except through people & people look to themselves first. It is our duty to look after ourselves & then also to help look after our neighbour & life is a reciprocal business & people have got the entitlements too much in mind without the obligations. -M. Thatcher