where choice is available

I'm middle-aged. It isn't bad. The knees take a bit longer to warm up in the morning. The wit is still there. So's the compassion. The looks left in my mid-twenties (or earlier depending on who you ask). I laugh with my daugthers frequently. And for different reasons with each of them. The passion for what I do still burns. The energy to live a life according to my principles still pervades who I am. What's that old phrase, "you can kill me but you can't eat me." I like that. I'm proud. Sometimes arrogant. Easy to talk too but hard to please. I'm ok with me.
When I was growing up I was a sports fanatic. Still am. I played baseball. But mostly basketball. It didn't matter the time of year. I played one on one after shoveling the court on Christmas day. Every year. The ball needed extra air because it was so cold. I stopped playing baseball. And never played football. Those were my father's sports. He was a Yankee and Giants fan. I was told I would be too. I was okay with that. I didn't much mind. Saying yes, and watching the occassional Giants or Notre Dame game was a small price to pay for being allowed free access to the basketball court. My father didn't like basketball. I could breathe on the court and define myself by what kind of teammate I was. I had days where in three on three, winner keeps playing, me and my friends never sat. The sweat of those Saturdays was honest. If I had to be a Yankee and Giant fan to have that I considered it a small price to pay.
My dad would have been happy today. I don't think he felt it was ok to be happy in the life he led. I disagreed with him there. His Giants won today. When no-one thought they would. He set his watch by baseball in the spring and football in the fall. I watched the whole game. At the end, I smiled. He's happy....somewhere. And that made me feel good.
Like I said, this blog isn't about much. Just a guy trying to find his way.

in a randomly assorting universe

I haven't been posting all that frequently. My attention has been directed towards other things. School. My daughters. My blog isn't really about anything.. My sister has the most amazing blog about stitching (and other things) that has developed into a community. I thoroughly enjoy reading it. My blog, however, is just about a guy's journey and trying to live according to some ideas. I also tend to write more when I'm bothered by things as a way of working them out. The last couple of months has been pretty good though. I'm kinda at peace with things in my life. So we'll see.