Birthdays are a mixed bag but they can be a time of absolute joy. It is a little respite in this chaotic thing known as life. Good time to give thanks for the other 364 days in a year. They all mean the same as this thing known as your birthday. On this day, we step back take a second to look at ourselves in the mirror and say. I am fucking awesome.

Which my wife is. A warm happy birthday to her, Misplaced pun is intended. Happy birthday to my dear wife.

I am giving advice on giving advice. We have quite a few friends going through divorce right now. The actual execution of a divorce is downright humbling, tiring and at times bitter.

Having been through a few life crises it is rather easy to give these words of wisdom. “Everything will work out for the best”

And they kind of do.

And nobody believes that.

I will finish this later as I am headed out with my wife for an eight am trip to Craft Warehouse.

I double spaced so you can read between the lines.

Or add some sage advice.

What constitutes a memory. There are these events that pop into your mind on a consistent basis with little rhyme and a lot less reason. What constitutes a memory can never really be predetermined.

I went on a simple bike ride this morning and I rode around with memories of autumnal early morning runs from many years ago. What put them in my mind I have no idea other than the faint papermill scent that hung in the early morning air.

I would like to introduce BF Skinner. He waxed poetically about stimulus and response. The small bike ride was a small step in my recovery back to running.

Very much like those autumn mornings when I first started getting into running and the first step towards an active healthy lifestyle. This morning, did not feel all that much different.

Have a great day. Who knows, today’s bike ride may show up in memories years from now. Who knows?

Memorial day is that day after a long dry period where we actually have a three day weekend. I have never been a candidate for the military as I can’t fathom holding a gun, shooting a gun or even being aggressive towards another person. Fighting a war is not for me. I’m not sure given the choice what I would have done but that choice was made for me.

I am not the most patriotic nor the most religious person in the world. That takes too much blind faith and the unknown and a country that is so flawed and not interested in correcting its ways. It’s all about capitalism. But still I am in awe of people who go to war or join the military.

I am the same for religious people. But then again I don’t see what they see. But who am I to judge as we all seek our own truth. I just happen to be more concrete in nature. But by all means honor to those who have served and as well to those who serve in the future.

And keep that respect for those who have served while going out enjoying the first days of summer. Tip your cap To those who have served. Also tip your mask, to those who have served on the front lines during this pandemic. There’s no blind faith there, just science tears blood and compassion. Have a great day.