I believe that laughter is God's reward to us for just enjoying the things around us. This evening I took a long walk around San Diego's downtown and the Harbor area and just found so many things to enjoy.
As I walked beside the harbor where the Nautical museum is, I heard a little girl behind me say 'Mommy, look at the chickens!' I look over toward the dock and see Seagulls and just laughed a bit to myself. I later walked back by that same area and noticed that there is an art sculpture called Popcorn Chicken that looks like a giant tub of Popcorn but has little yellow chicks on top. I then laughed a little at myself.
I walked a bit further and saw a lone Sea Lion swimming back toward the ocean. Sad thing is that there wasn't a child anywhere near that could have appreciated it like I did. I wish my kids were here.
Around to the private boat docks and someone commented about a dog walking behind it's Master out on the dock to a boat. A few seconds later, I heard a loud Honk and looked on top of the man's boat to see a large crane standing on top of his boat. The dog perked up it's ears and the man pointed out to the dog where the bird was. Of course the dog just wanted to jump straight up to the top of the boat to get the offender. The crane took of when the dog started jumping up and then the chase was on. Of course, when you have a short dock to run on and your adversary has the whole sky, the game just isn't fair.
A few steps later, new beginnings as I walked past a wedding party taking pictures. Then past one of the 100 or so Pedicabs that I saw. The driver speaks up to me and asks 'How ya 'doin boss?' my reply was something like 'Doin good, and you?' 'Living the dream' he replied. At that moment I realized how many Bert's that are still doing the odd jobs because they Do what they likes and they likes what they do.
As I return to my hotel in the middle of downtown San Diego, I see a short bed pickup truck roll by with a family of five in the cab and a Shamu stuffed animal that took up the entire bed of the truck. I wondered as I entered the lobby, what will they do with that thing when they get home? The hotel Manager must have thought that I was nuts when I passed by him since I probably had a big stupid grin on my face.
Don't know why I'm posting this. Just felt like sharing. Maybe its wishing the family was here with me. Maybe its working in a hot steel box all day. Maybe it was the tacos...
I get that way sometimes......especially when I'm so far away from family, and I miss them.
I miss my son running around the kitchen counter yelling "Da Da" when I get home from work. I miss sitting with him and reading a book, just because, ya know, he brought it to me. I miss the excited garbs and gurgles he gets when he sees I'm hooking up the boat.
I miss watching him dance to the imagination movers. I miss my early morning jogs with him in the stroller while mom is still sleeping---coffee is always ready when I get back.
I miss chasing him around the back yard, with him squealing the whole way. I miss him doing the "Ayatollah of RocknRolla" (Heartbreak Ridge) in the back of my truck after I pick him up from Day care (long story, but it involves my younger days, Sirius' Hair Nation in my truck, and my teaching my son some "habits"
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I really miss my wife...weird sleeping in a twin bed, alone after all these years. I really miss my pillowtop mattress---let's just say I'm up close and personal with a few springs out here
I miss playing with our Golden Retriever and watching the competition between her and my son over who can get the ball first!!! Who knew a tennis ball could be so fun??
I, in general, miss my family---
Ok, I'm going to stop now, I have way to long to go to be getting this philosophical already...
Of course, every now and then I call her, and she's frazzled, and he's screaming in the background, and I think...wow, sure is quiet out here--PLEASE GOD don't let me slip up and say that in front of her
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