I received two letters from Finn when I got home yesterday. The first one was pretty emo and made me sad. Luckily we live in a pre-pony express world up here and the accompanying second letter (which was sent 3 days after the first) was much much more up beat and posi.
Finn is on a backpacking trip this week in one of my favorite places in Vermont.
I get to go to his camp on Monday night (perks of having his mom work at the camps) for a very cool ceremony.
I pick him up a week from tomorrow.
While I think this will ultimately be a great growing experience for him - let’s be honest, for us both - I still worry that he’s struggling. While it’s not every waking minute, there are times I just miss having my boy around.
My daughter calls me every other day and I love it. She has been sending me pics of the work she is doing and it’s blowing me away.
My older boy is somewhere on the Long Trail and as I expected, I haven’t heard a thing from him. He and Finn actually might cross paths this week. I’m looking forward to seeing him on the trail next Friday after I pick up Finn (parent’s visiting day).
It’s been a long week so far and I’m looking forward to the weekend. If the weather holds out, I’m taking my canoe for a solo paddle on Saturday.
Tonight: Stock car races, cheap beer and the WB! I might bring a Kale salad just to screw with people.
I pushed my body too hard the other night during a workout and for the first time since the notorious injury, felt pain (rather than soreness) on my right side (tbh…it’s my right butt cheek where the referred pain first shows up). I’m taking it easy these next couple days and will go back only doing body weight movements for a bit.
I’ve been taking care of a good friend of mine this past week (food, company, getting out of the house). She had surgery and it feels good to have the time to care for someone else after all the people that cared for me last year when I was screwed up. Paying it forward man!
So many big adult conversations recently. Mostly they are all good, but dealing with aging parents, taking calculated risks, facing fears, unintended consequences of our decisions and the like is some heavy shit. Usually my life is full of super hero movies talk and poop/balls jokes. I think I’ll be ready for more of that come next Friday.
Finn and I are taking a week off when he gets back. We are going on day trips throughout New England; some to amusement and/or water parks while others will be going to local swimming holes and taking hikes. It’s all about the balance baby.
Body weight is but one metric of health…and a really shitty one at that.
And for some of us…it’s one in the same.
Another letter from camp. Not as exuberant as the last, but it sounds like he’s still having fun.
His mom saw him last night at an inter camp celebration for the 4th. Sounds like he is drinking the koolaide and wanted to just hang with his bros. He also refused Reese’s peanut butter cups because other kids didn’t have any. While I totally don’t get THAT, I’m proud.
Even though it’s only 10am, I may start drinking to make this yard sale not so painful.
Or if you send me your address via fan mail/ask, I will send you a super cool super hero post card.