Monday, April 10, 2017

New Blog Title Brainstorms!

I created this blog a long time ago and thought the title was cool back then. Now, not so much. My Clavicle Aches sounds a bit whiny and I don’t think I want it to be the title of this blog anymore.

On the URL bar when it gets mashed together the title could be interpreted as ambiguous: myclavicleaches.blogspot.com. Do you see it? It could be interpreted as My Clavic Leaches.

What are clavic leaches you say? I don’t think they exist, but they sound awfully gross and not an appropriate title for a blog.

What is this blog even about? I’ve been at it for the week and pretty much it is the spontaneous overflow of my thoughts.

Ooooo...I like that. Spontaneous Overflow: The Blog. Perhaps that should be the title. What are some other ideas for blog titles?

Also, my blog looks a bit dull. I know I can snazz it up so it looks more attractive. Don’t know when I will get to that, but it’s part of the plan to conquer the blogosphere, or at least my little fiefdom of it.

Until tomorrow, here is a classic beach at sunset shot taken in Michigan. Does it make you feel sad or reflective?

Sunday, April 9, 2017

Victory is Mine (Ours)!

I did it! I buried 1000 feet of wire around the perimeter of my yard (Carly helped a lot too). We are now the proud owners of an electric dog fence.

I was in a much better mood today and decided to "live in the moment" and take on the job spade plunge by spade plunge. I counted my shoveling strokes and challenged myself to do 100. When that got done I just kept on going.

And when I got some momentum going and could see the progress I was making, I got encouraged.

I was going to stop after dinner with one section of the yard to go, but I knew I could do it and I just finished with a wee bit of daylight left and hardly any slack wire to speak of.

Anyway, I feel super accomplished even though I took the hard road. Sometimes that is the more satisfying way, I suppose. Maybe that's the reason why I'm so stubborn and cheap and feel I can do everything myself.

Tired, smelly, and ready to collapse...but I still feel good.

Later.


Saturday, April 8, 2017

Money, Time, and Peace of Mind

Let me describe a first world problem to you all. Mostly it's a problem with my brain. I tend to not spend money when I should spend money.

You see, my puppy dog was escaping our unfenced yard and so we sought a solution: an invisible electric fence. To get one installed was out of the question for some reason because I'm cheap, I guess.

Of course, though, I can spend hours of my time scouring the internet and amazon for a good deal on electric fence sets, and spend even more time seeking out the heavier duty wire needed so it actually works well. I have no problem whatsoever wasting time on the internet researching this stuff.

And I actually fool myself into thinking that it will be fun to install this system.

It is not much fun installing this system.

I knew I didn't want to take a shovel and dig a little trench along the length of nearly an acre. So, I planned on renting a piece of equipment to help me. I figured it would be about 50 bucks to rent a trencher or edger or the actual tool the professionals use to install the wire. And after going to Home Depot, Menards, and Farm & Fleet (none of them rent that stuff) I finally found a place in downtown St. Charles...and they were open for another 30 minutes. Only, they wanted to charge me 115 bucks because they are closed on Sunday and I'd be renting the thing for a day and half instead of the normal 4 hours. Well, I thought about it and then decided, "Nah, I don't need that machine. I've got muscles and a shovel."

Well, after about 60 yards of digging, I decided that the wire really doesn't need to be put in the ground this weekend after all. Perhaps I can wait for the machine rental. This is after I ruined my chainsaw chain attempting an idea that I knew wasn't a good one, but hey, a chainsaw chain is only 20 bucks and I could probably use a new one, so why not try to dig a few inch deep trench with a chainsaw?

I am just frustrated because I created this sense of urgency within myself that I had to get this electric fence in the ground as soon as possible. Yet, I refused to pay the money to rent the equipment to get it done.

And I have all this other stuff to do. I can't be spending hours and hours digging a freaking trench with my spade. Perhaps in another life, but now, I gots me too much other things to do.

My time actually has value too. And with all the time and emotional effort expanded on this stupid fence...well, I should have just paid the professionals to do it.

And next time when I am in a similar situation. Will I pay someone to do things I think I can do myself? 

Probably not. 


Friday, April 7, 2017

Friday Family Photo & brief thoughts!


A few years ago the Hills got photographed around Starved Rock and here we are. I don't know how or why it is "moving" but it's a pretty cool feature.

T.G.I.F. ya'll. Enjoy the warm weather weekend. I don't feel much like blogging tonight, so I'm not going to write much more unless the muse says otherwise.

Truly, I am enjoying the challenge of writing here on a daily basis. I know it has only been four days, but I am on my way to making it a habit.

Thanks for checking in and reading. Later, Gators.

Thursday, April 6, 2017

I Found Me a Poem!

It's National Poetry Month in case you ain't attuned to that stuff. I had my students "find" interesting words, phrases, and sentences the other day when we went to the library. Basically, it's spine poetry...book title poetry. Today, I asked them to form dem kool words into a found poem. After a bit of struggle, here is the latest incarnation of mine. Let me know how ya like it.


Audacity: A Found Poem


My message to you, son
Dream things true


Jesus’ blueprint is You
Yawp your wild echoes
Along the edge of the sea
Across this frozen planet


Freestyle in the morning of time
Make cracks in the line
And dream things true


Have the audacity to make things move
Golden blood of my blood, it’s You


For the journey is the destination
And the unexpected everything is pure

Dream things true.

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Pacing Onself

I wrote a rather hasty blog entry last night and posted the link to Facebook. I am somewhat elated about putting myself out there again, but also a bit overwhelmed because now I feel like I have to follow through.


If you know me a bit, you might think that I have a tendency to jump into things. You would be correct. I am a wee impulsive and initially energetic about a lot of things because I think I can do just about anything. This trait has usually served me well in life, but it does get me into stuff that a more calculated person might not involve themselves in. Or, I start a project and then have to re-do something because I didn’t think it through well enough ahead of time.


But this blog. No. I want to write, and writers write. So here I am writing. The blank page will face me each day and I will attempt to stare into the void of whiteness and not blink. Yes. For some reason my mind/imagination is having a staring contest with the great Nada. Anyway, (note to self...stop using “anyway;” note to self...stop using ‘...”) I am right now proctoring the great standardized test known as the SAT to 29 junior students. Isn’t life peachy? Well, yes, actually. For some of these students, this test is their entry ticket into a more educated world. A few of these folk will get a score that earns ‘em some cash and perhaps be the first in their families to get a college degree. That’s something to celebrate, right?


Now standardized testing has its biases definitely, and I ain’t in love with the testing culture we got going on in the U.S.; but, I think we ought to share some sort of common set of tests that help determine our skills, abilities, and talents.


The thing is, there are all sorts of intelligences out there and a test like the SAT as the “only measure” of success is bunk. What about the physically precocious people who can dunk a basketball or the mechanically inclined who can diagnose why my car isn’t working? What about those with a knack for art, communication, or music? Where are the tests for that stuff? Don’t we devalue that intelligence by not “testing” for it?


Life is more than academics, but certainly we all need ourselves a basic education. What am I really saying? I guess I’m trying to decide on the value of standardized tests. Should this be a school priority? My conclusion: Nah. There are more important things to be doing than filling in the ovals. And alas, I am part of the system that reinforces this testing culture.


I didn’t want to diatribe about the SAT. Technically, I don’t think I should be writing at all right now, but rather be walking around the testing room monitoring.


I really wanted to write about pacing oneself. That is the title of this entry. I had a hard time falling asleep last night because I was all excited about writing and ideas and this blog and life. I was on fire with ideas, but it was 11:00 and I wanted to go to bed so I tried to shut my mind down to sleep. I “cut off” my thoughts because of practicality.


Would a better, more creative writer/person listen to all those jumbly thoughts, get themselves out of bed, write the ideas down and go to sleep at like, 3 a.m.? Or did I do right by calming myself down and getting a decent sleep?


I don’t know about you, but I tend to pace myself in life. I am in it for the long haul. Honestly, I think I’d like to live to 100 at least. A nice even-keel seems like the best way to navigate choppy waters. (Does that even make sense?)


Now, we’ve all heard that life is a marathon, not a sprint. But speed is involved in a marathon too, folks. The faster you run a marathon, the better marathoner you are, right? It’s a competition, after all. That is a way of thinking about that race. There are people that run 26.2 miles to win it. There are also people that run 26.2 miles just to finish 26.2 miles. Both are accomplishments. Which is the right approach to running that race for me?


There are levels and levels and layers and layers regarding nearly everything in life. Small actions and behaviors accumulated over time can lead to dreams and huge results. I understand this and try my best to apply this knowledge. I also know an accomplishment for some is basic for others.


But when, how often, should one just completely exert oneself, throw caution to the wind and just go until broke, until there is nothing left, i.e. sprint a marathon? Because I also have experienced the feeling of unlimited possibilities, having more in the tank than expected, over-achieving/accomplishing more than you dreamed possible. If you focus on sprinting the marathon (running it as fast as you can), well then, most likely you will run the fastest marathon you possibly can. Should we be approaching everything with this attitude?


Unfortunately for me, I got me some limits. I can’t do it all. I can do great things, but I have to amble along and pace myself. I have to discipline myself, carefully choosing what to focus on.


And to bring it all full circle sorta, I have a tendency to flit from thing to thing. I have good starting energy, but sometimes lack the energy or enthusiasm to follow through. I try out a lot of stuff, but then realize I shouldn’t be focusing on that stuff.


And certain areas of life deserve to be priorities. I feel a responsibility to my health and general well-being to get decent sleep each night. Perhaps I won’t run the fastest or greatest marathon, but I know I’ll finish?

Hopefully some of these ramblings have made sense. The hour of testing is now done and I need to read some SAT instructions, so blog entry done. Burn bright, ya’ll. Burn bright long time too.

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

I See Your True Colors

Yo!

It's 2017, boss, and I haven't written on this blog in four years. Where the hell has all that time gone, huh? I know a lot of it has gone into the kiddoes, into family life, into my career, into smartphone apps, into eating, sleeping, shitting and reading...not necessarily in that order.

Anyhoo, I felt passionate today and pissed it all away by falling into social media and slither.io ( a stupid, addictive game where one is a worm/snake that eats "mass" that is either just there or crapped out from the end of other worm/snakes... if you get in front of a worm/snake, they die and their mass is all yours for the gobbling up if you can fend off the others.) I should have taken the dog for a jog and read books to my boys, but no...I farted around on craigslist and looked at flights to Iceland, continued in my hopeless quest to find an Indianapolis 500 pinball machine I can afford.

But now I'm back, baby! I am starting up the blog. I don't think the title works for me, nor did it ever for that matter, but details, details.

I want to be a writer.

There. I said it.

I want the discipline of the written word.

I want to struggle and sweat over expression. I want my expression to express my mind to you, the reader.

Dear reader, I need you.

And so, I start up this blog again. For now, I am writing to me. But soon, I might polish it up. Poland?  Huh?

ThinKing. What a clever word.

Let's get back on track. What is the title of this post all about you say?  Well, I might have borrowed a box of everlasting gobstoppers from Logan today. And last night I might have eaten more stolen, I mean borrowed candy...sour patch kids. And as you may know, all that candy has dyes and food colorings and colorful stuff that makes your mouth turn different colors. I actually spit red, blood-colored spit this morning due to my imbibing of said sour patch kids. And my point....get to the point. Well, what happens to all those colors? Because when I pee, I never see any of them. When I poo, the color stays pretty much the same. Ain't it a neat idea if all the colors we ingest just sort of stay inside of us? Like on the inside we are all just giant, flamboyant rainbows. I thought it was a cool idea and perhaps some day I will do something with it more than just contemplate it. A poem? Short story? Writerly stuff, ya know?

This idea had percolated within me earlier today and I did nothing with it. In fact, I nearly forgot about it. Writers don't let that happen. I think they remember to write down these ideas. These ideas are me. They are you. They are us. They are golden. And even though nothing gold can stay, Ponyboy, you've got to try for your sunrise. You've got to start fresh and new and all innocent like. You've got to see the world through the omniscient all-seeing Emersonian eyeball and be aware of the wonders you are lucky enough to notice. And if you're lucky, you'll connect with someone else about it all. Laugh with the beauty.

And so, with little to no editing, we are back to posting blog entries. I want art too. So I'll post a cool photograph too.