Monday, April 30, 2012

Go Big or Go Home



Day 138:

Well Conor, today was one of those days when you realize youth and invincibility has passed you by and  age and experience should be taken further into account.  Though, it's that awkward stage, like an infant learning to crawl and still trying to pull himself up to walk.  It seems possible and yet logic and reason still won't allow it based on how far you still have to go before you can achieve that final goal of biped mobility.  Same thing exists when you're a 39 year old man hanging on to your youth, still unafraid to "go big", knowing it's not the best idea you've ever had, and instead waking up feeling as though you just went 12 rounds with a boxing kangaroo.

The start of the day was not my best, Boy'O.  Hazy, foggy, feeling limp muscled from 2 hours in the hot-tub only 6 hours prior.  Your Mother, on the hand, awoke refreshed and spry having gone down at 10:00pm.   Me, Uncle Jeff and Aunt Traci though - yeah, not so much.  Copious bottles of wine as well as rifling through all the beer in the fridge and still looking for more at 2:00am tells me that, despite it being some kind of a vacation, I need to find the "off" switch.  And yet, I don't know that I ever will...

I'd love to blame you, Conor.  You're such an easy baby enabling me to still act as though I'm 21 years old while feeling closer to 60.   When the haze subsided we got the whole crew out for a tour of Healdsburg, some more good wine, and a nice dinner at a local bar and grill...  And predictably, you were not only easy like Sunday morning, but a total hit, Son.  Between you and Brady everybody in the bar wanted a piece of you guys, including a few 2 to 3 year old maidens enthralled with the idea of a new baby buddy.  A good day was had by all, some new friends were made, and on we went to pack for the long journey home.  Tomorrow it's back to the DC area, and Uncle Jeff, Aunt Traci, and Brady-Boy are headed back to Hawaii...  But we'll se them soon, of that I can promise you.

I love you, Son.  Thanks for being such a great little traveller.
-Dad

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