Argh and a Half!
A week or so ago, I made an offhand comment to someone's lament which actually had deeper meaning, but I started with the simplistic; "Men are scum". My initial post earned a reply from the host and I followed-up with some explanatory text, but before the host could acknowledge my new entry, a random passerby decided to engage me and though I never slammed him with my credentials, I let him teach me that a meaningful relationship would involve compromise. Right now and at this very minute, I'm involved in two compromises, one which is making sicker than the other, but both worth noting.
The first is centered around my upcoming "vacation". Last year, we had planned a nine day to Yellowstone, but a landslide that made part of the park inaccessible caused us to delay. We had discussed an alternative to Southern California, but because it wasn't our first choice, we let it slip. This year, we had thought about another trip to Yellowstone, but since the new baby still gets up at night and he's not really equipped for a sleeping bag, we put it off until my wife's maternity leave had almost expired.
When this realization had come to bear, some place in Colorado that offers a train became the new focus. I've never before, considered visiting Cañon City. I've never heard of the place, not even from the time I lived in Denver and quite possibly, my comparisons to Pigeon Forge are not correct. After all, I'm able to find people who know about Pigeon Forge, hell my brother got married in the Holiday Inn parking lot, but I can't find anyone who knows anything about this wide spot in Colorado. Nevertheless, it looks like I'm going to spend three days in Cañon City, because I promised my daughter a vacation and she like trains.
The other compromise feels like I am selling my soul.
I'm sorry, but I find the idea of school uniforms repugnant and though I've pulled out my copies of George Orwell and Margaret Atwood, I haven't yet found an appropriate quote without re-reading the complete text. I really don't know if I can get past this in my own head. We registered for a school whose bylaws exclude uniforms and in the dark of night, before we were formally accepted, therefore not on any notification lists; They changed the rules. I'm ready to protest. They are obviously idiots, so they'd be easy to defeat. But unfortunately, attending this particular school is important to my daughter, because we made her care and though it is against everything in which I believe, I'm having trouble finding allies. In the end, I may be forced to agree.
The first is centered around my upcoming "vacation". Last year, we had planned a nine day to Yellowstone, but a landslide that made part of the park inaccessible caused us to delay. We had discussed an alternative to Southern California, but because it wasn't our first choice, we let it slip. This year, we had thought about another trip to Yellowstone, but since the new baby still gets up at night and he's not really equipped for a sleeping bag, we put it off until my wife's maternity leave had almost expired.
When this realization had come to bear, some place in Colorado that offers a train became the new focus. I've never before, considered visiting Cañon City. I've never heard of the place, not even from the time I lived in Denver and quite possibly, my comparisons to Pigeon Forge are not correct. After all, I'm able to find people who know about Pigeon Forge, hell my brother got married in the Holiday Inn parking lot, but I can't find anyone who knows anything about this wide spot in Colorado. Nevertheless, it looks like I'm going to spend three days in Cañon City, because I promised my daughter a vacation and she like trains.
The other compromise feels like I am selling my soul.
I'm sorry, but I find the idea of school uniforms repugnant and though I've pulled out my copies of George Orwell and Margaret Atwood, I haven't yet found an appropriate quote without re-reading the complete text. I really don't know if I can get past this in my own head. We registered for a school whose bylaws exclude uniforms and in the dark of night, before we were formally accepted, therefore not on any notification lists; They changed the rules. I'm ready to protest. They are obviously idiots, so they'd be easy to defeat. But unfortunately, attending this particular school is important to my daughter, because we made her care and though it is against everything in which I believe, I'm having trouble finding allies. In the end, I may be forced to agree.