Tuesday, January 23, 2007
We're outta here
Come this June, my wife and I will celebrate 30 years of wedded bliss. She also will be celebrating a milestone birthday. In lieu of diamonds, we're heading to Puerto Vallarta in Feb. Who wouldn't rather have a trip than jewelry? This is the first time we've ever gone someplace warm in the winter all by ourselves. (We did take a cruise once but that doesn't count cause the kids were along.) I have no idea what to expect but the anticipation makes it that much better. I've heard that the ocean swimming isn't that great but maybe that is misinformation too. We'll find out. I do know that they have a very large downtown market where everything and anything under the sun is for sale, so that will be very fun for Jeannie. Also there are huge old cathedrals, jungle jeep tours and I'm sure much more I don't know about. It should be awesome. This time, I'm not going to the tanning booth like I did before the cruise. 8 years I have endured being called a "french fry" by my children. Mayhaps they'll like me better as a lobster.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
More on Time
I bought a book at Good Will awhile back. It is titled Time and Space. I am thoroughly enjoying it. It is definitely bringing the great theories of all time down to layman terms. Which is exactly what I need. Anyhow, I think I am studying time because I believe time is death itself. Each minute falls away and can never be restored or revisited except in our thoughts. There is a quote that seemed to hit home. Here it is:
This idea is based on the physicists' second law of thermodynamics, which states that in any isolated system, entropy-or disorder-increases with time. A classic example of an isolated system with a high degree of order is an ordinary drinking glass. If the glass falls and shatters, disorder increases. The reverse will never occur: The shards of glass will never leap into the air and reassemble themselves. Events move steadily and irreversibly forward into the future, never turning back into the past. Therefore, explain scientists, time must act correspondingly, moving inexorably into the future. Although, as Einstein explained in the special theory of relativity, time moves slower or faster depending on the observer, it still moves in only one direction, and that is foward.
I think one of the hardest things to accept about Wyatt's death is that it cannot be undone. I know that probably sounds strange to others, but for months now my mind goes back to the fall. My minds works and reworks the accident. For a long time I needed details, details. After I felt I had gotten all the details there were my mind now rehashes them. Not all the time, but still it is like I am seeking a different result. It is as if my mind just cannot accept that this string of events can't somehow be changed just a small bit and Wyatt will come back. But also I remember feeling like I was standing in the middle of shattered glass, desparate to put it back together. Seeing millions of tiny shards and thinking there had to be a way to bring it back together. Then accepting that it was impossible just like the quote above expresses. In accepting the truth, life has taken on an entirely new meaning. I am still trying to put it into words, this new reality. Everything and Nothing are important at the same time. I know Wyatt would love to enter into this exploration with me. Hey, who knows, maybe he is, in a different dimension.
PS. I know I'm weird!
This idea is based on the physicists' second law of thermodynamics, which states that in any isolated system, entropy-or disorder-increases with time. A classic example of an isolated system with a high degree of order is an ordinary drinking glass. If the glass falls and shatters, disorder increases. The reverse will never occur: The shards of glass will never leap into the air and reassemble themselves. Events move steadily and irreversibly forward into the future, never turning back into the past. Therefore, explain scientists, time must act correspondingly, moving inexorably into the future. Although, as Einstein explained in the special theory of relativity, time moves slower or faster depending on the observer, it still moves in only one direction, and that is foward.
I think one of the hardest things to accept about Wyatt's death is that it cannot be undone. I know that probably sounds strange to others, but for months now my mind goes back to the fall. My minds works and reworks the accident. For a long time I needed details, details. After I felt I had gotten all the details there were my mind now rehashes them. Not all the time, but still it is like I am seeking a different result. It is as if my mind just cannot accept that this string of events can't somehow be changed just a small bit and Wyatt will come back. But also I remember feeling like I was standing in the middle of shattered glass, desparate to put it back together. Seeing millions of tiny shards and thinking there had to be a way to bring it back together. Then accepting that it was impossible just like the quote above expresses. In accepting the truth, life has taken on an entirely new meaning. I am still trying to put it into words, this new reality. Everything and Nothing are important at the same time. I know Wyatt would love to enter into this exploration with me. Hey, who knows, maybe he is, in a different dimension.
PS. I know I'm weird!
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
cameras, ect.
So, Christmas is over, the decorations are packed away. Time for some reflection. But not what you think. Around this house, we like to look at pictures. Not all the time, but when we like to look at them, we like to look at them, you know what I mean? Now I came to this all on my own, no conversation with anybody, but here's how I see it. And I know I'm old so lets get that outta the way now.
Digital cameras suck. Whatever anybody says, I don't care. I've got no pictures to look at. My old, cheap, but took really good pictures, 35 mm camera finally croaked. Naturally, right before the holidays. So we've got this digital camera, so we're all good, right? Well, whenever we wanted to use it, the battery was dead. No problem, other people have cameras, hey they're all digital too. Just out of curiousity, how may of you faithful readers have ever printed out the pictures on your digital camera? Maybe they get saved to disk, so what? Who ever looks at that? I like a photo album. I like a shoebox of old pictures, the ones that say Kodak or Polaroid on them. The ones you can write the month and year you took them on the back and cry when you look at them. Those are the pictures I like and since I am still in charge of a few things around here, I'm buying a new SLR 35 mm camera tomorrow. So there.
Digital cameras suck. Whatever anybody says, I don't care. I've got no pictures to look at. My old, cheap, but took really good pictures, 35 mm camera finally croaked. Naturally, right before the holidays. So we've got this digital camera, so we're all good, right? Well, whenever we wanted to use it, the battery was dead. No problem, other people have cameras, hey they're all digital too. Just out of curiousity, how may of you faithful readers have ever printed out the pictures on your digital camera? Maybe they get saved to disk, so what? Who ever looks at that? I like a photo album. I like a shoebox of old pictures, the ones that say Kodak or Polaroid on them. The ones you can write the month and year you took them on the back and cry when you look at them. Those are the pictures I like and since I am still in charge of a few things around here, I'm buying a new SLR 35 mm camera tomorrow. So there.
Friday, January 05, 2007
Happy New Year!
It's been a while since I blogged. December was busy, with work and the holidays. Christmas was good, the girls were all home and it was nice. Our "thrift store" gift exchange was really quite fun too. For those who don't know, this year, in homage to Wyatt who dearly loved thrifting, we decided that all the presents exchanged in our immediate family had to be purchased at a rummage sale, thrift store, auction or second hand store. It does require some forethought, planning and perseverance(no running out at 3 pm on Christmas eve, although I was almost that bad). Everyone got some amazing gifts, considering out $10 limit. Gotta go for now, bye.
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