There was a bright spot last night, though, worth mentioning. Watched Battlestar Galactica: Razor for the first time. I had been saving it for a time when I was really missing BSG and wanting a pick-me-up to help get me out of any mental funk, so I put it in. Pretty good, not as great as I had hoped it would be, but then again I am watching it WAY out of context, not at the time that I should have been watching it (during the long gap twixt the two 'mini-seasons').
Still, the whole hybrid thing explains a lot of things I was sort of 'Huh?' about while watching the last season. And it was interesting to see the Gina-Cain relationship (not talked about) and some of the other events talked about regarding the Pegasus and its activities prior to encountering the Galactica. Plus, how can you EVER go wrong with classic versions of the Cylon Centurion?
Damn...I really do miss that show...gonna be a LONG while before something can fill that void.
Speaking of filling voids, I was thinking...yeah, I didn't go this past weekend, so I decided to take a little trip in my head. And since I'm all about the sharing, figured I'd write about it. I kind of just basked in some memories of some weekends at Deep Creek Lake.
Some backstory required.
I used to live, with Jennifer, in Baltimore, MD, even though we met here in Ohio while I was living here for a few years. But she followed me out there when I took a job at Palisades Toys in 2001. Our time in Baltimore started before we were married and then continued after we were married and had Carter, our first born son. We moved away from Maryland in 2006, June I believe it was, and have been here in Galena, Ohio for, hmmm, I guess 3 years now. That anniversary totally passed me by.
When we lived in MD Jen really missed her family, and they missed her too. Being that far away was something that Jen had NEVER experienced. She even went to college fairly close to home. So, it became a sort of tradition for us to drive to what was around the halfway point between Columbus and Baltimore, a place called Deep Creek Lake. Members of her family would drive there, we would drive there, and we'd all rent some lake house and hang out for a few days.
Had we stayed in Maryland, I am sure this would have happened even more often than it did, but as fate would have it we moved to Columbus in 2006, basically so that we could be closer to Jen's family. Obviously with what has happened lately with Bennett I can't IMAGINE what our lives would be like without her family so close to help us. But then again, had we not moved here, would Bennett even exist at all? That's alternate reality thinking and it makes my head hurt.
But I do really miss those lake house weekends. They were AWESOME. I think they all took place before we had kids, so there was a lot of freedom (though I think the last trip we took out there was when Jennifer was pregnant with Carter), but it was also just fun to chill out in this huge house and just relax, do some fishing, some walking and a lot of just quiet time around a fire chit-chatting. THAT I miss a lot.
Of course, timing and perspective are everything aren't they? I may miss those simpler times TOTALLY because the pressure and fear and despair that are with us all day every day right now were totally absent there. Maybe THAT'S what I really miss, that simple peace.
The simple peace of walking the dog on a flimsy makeshift pier.
The simple peace of watching a grown man make a fool of himself on the guitar, just for funsies.
The simple peace of sitting around a campfire and talking about the most meanlingless of things, with no worries about Retirement, Cancer, Asthma, Sarcoidosis, Layoffs, Infantile Spasms and all the other difficult things that we would come to know in our futures.
The simple peace of a lazy morning breakfast, no rush, no fuss, no hassles...
The simple peace...of simple peace...
The simple peace of a pick-up game of pool with your wife on a lazy, overcast afernoon, and kicking her ass.
The simple peace of a trio of Beer Can Chickens. Mmmm...chicken AND beer? Like chocolate and peanut butter.
The simple peace of fishing, without the kids around that you have to watch and make sure they don't fall in the water or get a hook embedded in their cheek. The tranquility of those silent moments where the only sound you hear is wind on water.
And of course, since these visits often took place in the VERY early stages of spring, keeping warm in the hot tub.
...and night. Note me off to the right. I was far too cold and it's hard to keep a bald head warm in a hot tub.
And speaking of bald, it was on one of these trips to Deep Creek Lake that I made a decision, one I have never once regretted. Since Mandy, Jen's sister, had brought some clippers to cut her brothers hair, I asked if she would mind cutting mine. I had been losing my hair for years, knew it was only a matter of time before I was faced with a choice. That time, seemingly, had come.
I had to either do something to cover up the fact that I was losing my hair or embrace it and make it a part of who I was. No more middle ground, it was time to shit or get off the pot.
I made my choice, and someone actually had a camera and took some shots. What's funny is that even when I sat down at first the plan was to just have Mandy buzz cut my hair short, like she had her brother's. Somewhere in the middle of that experience, I found the courage to go even further and I asked her to take off the guard and buzz it completely off.
I took care of the rest with a razor and some soap.
Oh sure, I sometimes miss having the warmth that it provided, but it was so thin that I think saying to myself that it helped keep my head warm was just a lie. Something I told myself because I liked the false sense of security the lie provided. The truth is that I was just trying to trick myself into believing I was better off trying to hold on to something that I knew deep down I was better off just letting go of.
There's a life lesson there, of that I'm sure. :)