First Road Trip

Where: NJ to DC Why: to visit Arlo. My godson and first born of two of my closest friends and law school classmates. Passengers: none. Just St. Christopher around my neck. I regretted not bringing Marilyn Monmonkey (my beloved build-a-bear. Details and other thoughts: -first time I made this drive was with Tamara. So many of the bridges, tunnels, and scenery made me think of her. I've a feeling we are going to be friends again soon. I think I am over the hurt and welcome the return of her reason to my life. Plus it is almost time for spring shopping and she had been critical to my wardrobe overhaul. I don't want to return to bad habits. The secret would be out - sweat pants and grey sneakers, exclusively please. - named the car. Stella. This is a derivative of my mother's despised middle name. Her name - Brenda E. Jackson... For many years: "what does the E stand for, Mom?" ---- Response "e" ..."no seriouly, mom" ..."e". Wonder where I got my affinity for unnecessary mystery. - I love to drive 80-90 mph. Period. Made record time. I once crossed 4 lanes and back to pass cars in the passing lane. The s40...I mean Stella....can move. I entered this pretty tunnel...one way, two lanes...two miles with no cars in front of me and likely no cops or cameras...I let it loose. Felt great. - one-for-one, parallel parking. Turns out the formula I learned in class applies precisely to Stella. Yay! What a relief. - only one bit of trouble. Once I got to the city. Some dude made me roll down my window and accused me of running red lights. I said I didn't think I did. He said I did. His car smelled like weed. No joke, and entire tree. Anyway, he didn't say or do anything else except speed off. It was random. I'll keep other thoughts on this to myself. - finally, music. It was nice to dust off the marathon mix. Made me think of running the streets of NYC with Marie. The volume control on the steering wheel is so clutch.

Good Things

Feeling motivated at work...Friday night visitor, red wine, $1 dos equis (stay thirsty, my friends), laughter...slept late, danced around the apartment and sang along to music, purchased flight to LAX, long shower...Saturday afternoon/early evening visitors, fresh pie of pizza, walking tour of Princeton... Feet up, windows open, sweat pants back on, blogging without purpose as the sun sets...considering a movie out, considering a movie in, considering reading, considering a late night drive to nowhere, considering a late night drive to somewhere, considering coffee and ice cream run, considering tomorrow... Putting a kibosh on this entry now before I dig too deep and turn good things to bad things. It is good to quit while ahead... Good things

Seeing if I cant

First post from iPad just to recant Craig puts words out and Cecil cleans with his rant Mood can change quicker than the weather Game face is key, but a bandaid would be better When posting as evil C, it is clear that Craig is much more clever But each their own voice, I write for love of letters And nothing last forever A weak week and a week to tweak I have two ears and one mouth, and in that proportion I will speak It is balance I will seek Acting without rules is now obsolete There is a lesson in defeat You adjust and get right back on your feet Smile, for Craig can still be sweet But to sustain, it is only by the strength of EC And all will be well momentarily

Next Lifetime

Sometimes some things must be designated for next lifetime
Just like the choice between prose and rhyme
It's not that they shouldn't be pursued
I'm only three lines in, and I already feel I've been misconstrued

Starting over

Confusion is an allusion; I know what I'm doing
Sometimes you just walk eyes-wide-open into ruin

Starting over

Sometimes you just go with the flow
Why not enjoy what you can't control
Isn't it the soul that truly knows?
If you try to fight it, then it grows
Then you aren't of sound, mind, body and soul
And that's no way to grow old
Wait, that's the way to grow old
Blah, blah, blah I'm ending this before drawing a parallel to the common cold

Starting over

There is no profit without risk
But it must be managed or it is just a tryst
Respect, honesty, understanding and smiles is just about the gist
What would be missed but just a kiss?
But add a splash of resist and it becomes kiss with a twist
Hmm, next lifetime, huh? Man what have I missed?