I’m really not counting down but I am pretty excited to finally be going on R&R. I fly out of here on the 18th. I spend one day in Baghdad, two in Dubai so that I can get my checkup at the hospital, and then it’s back home for two weeks of my mom’s cooking and my wonderfully soft 500 thread-count cotton sheets and no alarm clock…unless you count my goofy cat.
I bought this air-mattress that is made to fit in the bed of my truck and turns it into a queen sized bed and I can’t wait to drive up out into the middle of nowhere and sleep under the stars. There are times when I envy my ancestors, especially when I have to drive 50 miles out into the mountains to get to a place away from the city lights and curious police officers. But once I get there, I absolutely love it. Of all the stories, poems, and songs that have been written to try to capture the magic of the night sky, the hymn “How great Thou art” always seems to be playing in my head as I marvel at the majesty of the heavens. It’s the simple things in life that are the most miraculous and profound to me, that make me a believer.
As much as I appreciate the spiritual aspects, it’s also just plain fun to be out there. I think it’s the kid in me that comes out and when I don’t have to worry about what people think. I love being able to just run until I can’t run anymore, to climb a cliff or mountain just because it’s there. Nevermind that I’m the only one who knows that I did it, it was for me. Campfires and cooking, being an idiot with nobody looking, skinny-dipping and cooking burritos in a can, these are a few of my favorite things…la de da da da….haha. Eat your heart out, Julie Andrews!
The only thing that can improve on that is having somebody along to share it with. I’ve been all over the world and had a million amazing experiences and adventures. The older I get though, the more I realize that something is lacking. And then I look at the example of the all of the older guys that I work with and it just reinforces whatever it is that tells me that the good times do indeed get old. These guys are all between 40-60 years old and most of them have spent their life chasing one good time or adventure after another. I’m sure it was all fun and adventurous when they were 25 but what about when you’re 50? It’s a more than a little pathetic to watch men that age trying to chase younger girls. Who’s gonna call these guys and visit them when they're 80? How tragic would it be to wake up one day to wake up and realize that I had wasted my days on cheap thrills and lonely memories?
Ah well, enough of philosopher Pete for the day, I’m back on track for my wordcount for the week…and it’s time for lunch!
I bought this air-mattress that is made to fit in the bed of my truck and turns it into a queen sized bed and I can’t wait to drive up out into the middle of nowhere and sleep under the stars. There are times when I envy my ancestors, especially when I have to drive 50 miles out into the mountains to get to a place away from the city lights and curious police officers. But once I get there, I absolutely love it. Of all the stories, poems, and songs that have been written to try to capture the magic of the night sky, the hymn “How great Thou art” always seems to be playing in my head as I marvel at the majesty of the heavens. It’s the simple things in life that are the most miraculous and profound to me, that make me a believer.
As much as I appreciate the spiritual aspects, it’s also just plain fun to be out there. I think it’s the kid in me that comes out and when I don’t have to worry about what people think. I love being able to just run until I can’t run anymore, to climb a cliff or mountain just because it’s there. Nevermind that I’m the only one who knows that I did it, it was for me. Campfires and cooking, being an idiot with nobody looking, skinny-dipping and cooking burritos in a can, these are a few of my favorite things…la de da da da….haha. Eat your heart out, Julie Andrews!
The only thing that can improve on that is having somebody along to share it with. I’ve been all over the world and had a million amazing experiences and adventures. The older I get though, the more I realize that something is lacking. And then I look at the example of the all of the older guys that I work with and it just reinforces whatever it is that tells me that the good times do indeed get old. These guys are all between 40-60 years old and most of them have spent their life chasing one good time or adventure after another. I’m sure it was all fun and adventurous when they were 25 but what about when you’re 50? It’s a more than a little pathetic to watch men that age trying to chase younger girls. Who’s gonna call these guys and visit them when they're 80? How tragic would it be to wake up one day to wake up and realize that I had wasted my days on cheap thrills and lonely memories?
Ah well, enough of philosopher Pete for the day, I’m back on track for my wordcount for the week…and it’s time for lunch!
Pathetic old men! LOL!!!! I'll tell you what, Pete. You live it up and if we both are not maried by the time we are 50, we'll do it.
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