Monday, July 9, 2018
Tuesday, July 3, 2018
It's been awhile since I posted any thoughts or dreams or passages from Fat Habits. I've had some personal emotional issues spread out from about Thanksgiving to March or April. It's just life, I guess. Also I was having a difficult time accessing this page and today might have fixed it. I do want to write about how I met your mother, before time blurs everything. However I will get back to this later... now that I seem to be back on.
so it's the day after 4th of July and Mathew is over his cousin's house playing video games with Luke and Christopher is having his requested and much needed "social break" and eating chocolate Lucky Charms, head phones on and watching YouTube on his phone; outside the heat is on still and Mat has a summer ball game later today. I want Farmer or the coach to show us how to throw a change-up. I never pitched so I never learned. It is a pitch that would almost make Mat unhittable in many situations....
so back to how I met your mother. The very first time was around 1988 or 1989. I was dating Anne then. There was a party at Michael Cloherty's house, one of my brother's friends. A typical loud drunken crew. Your mother was there hanging out with her friend, Trisha Cloherty (Mike's older sister). Everyone standing around the kitchen talking, laughing, smoking cigarettes and playing drinking games like Drink-while-you-think or Quarters. I have a memory of seeing her and thinking she was very pretty but that was it. I had a girlfriend so it went no further and that was that-- the last time I would see her again... until....
Fast forward to 1996. I was living on Allen Street, the house right beside my parents house, in the down stairs apartment. I had moved in there in 1995 with roommates, Kevin Trull and Wes Bethune (eventually Wes would move out and a kid named Jason would replace him). We did a lot of drinking and partying in those days and I was still happy being a single guy. So the night before I met your mother and our lives changed forever, I was up late, hammered.
The next morning, the phone rang... I forget why the answering machine was off but the phone just rang and rang and woke me up and I tried to ignore it but it wouldn't stop and it became clear that I had to get up and answer it to make it stop. So I answered it. Mike Cloherty was on the other end, perhaps drunk I don't know but he pleaded with me to come over and help pull someone's truck out of the mud-- no, I said, I'm sleeping. He continued, come on Jim, I'll buy us booze and we will have a cook out and I'll barbecue; still no I told him. But he went on and on like he did in those days and finally just to shut him up, I agreed to help.
Of course, by the time he picked me up, his friend had already remedied the truck situation and here I was-- awake now and heading over Mike's for another round of drinking.
They were living in Randolph on Orrin White Drive in a two family house. Mike lived with his mother on one side and Tricia lived alone on the other side and so when I got there (I was a full fledged cigarette smoker then) one of the first things I did was head out to the shared back porch and have a smoke where Robin and Tricia were talking. We small talked and remembered each other from the party a few years ago. We got along instantly and I started to think maybe we will hook up-- maybe coming to Mike's wasn't such a bad idea.
So Robin had stuff to do that day but promised she would be back later. Of course I asked Mike about Robin and he said they were seeing each other and well that put an end to that so I dropped it all together. Later that night she returned, looking absolutely hot, so hot, I thought, I had no chance with her anyway. She brought her friend Julie who was attractive enough and as a buzz kicked in I figured well maybe me and Julie could hook up so I gravitated toward her. I ended up talking to Robin mostly though as a party began to form around us, more people dropped by for drinks and food and I often found myself talking with Robin by the kitchen bathroom. I brought up Mike and asked her how long they had been dating for and she looked at me with surprise and said they weren't dating. Of course that changed everything.
We ended up talking most of the night and did hook up. The next morning she drove me back to my apartment. I really liked her already. I knew she was a real deal and not some one shot wonder, that maybe we should be exclusive to each other. She was incredibly shy she said but I made her feel at ease and comfortable to talk. She could definitely be a real girlfriend, my first in three years.
so it's the day after 4th of July and Mathew is over his cousin's house playing video games with Luke and Christopher is having his requested and much needed "social break" and eating chocolate Lucky Charms, head phones on and watching YouTube on his phone; outside the heat is on still and Mat has a summer ball game later today. I want Farmer or the coach to show us how to throw a change-up. I never pitched so I never learned. It is a pitch that would almost make Mat unhittable in many situations....
so back to how I met your mother. The very first time was around 1988 or 1989. I was dating Anne then. There was a party at Michael Cloherty's house, one of my brother's friends. A typical loud drunken crew. Your mother was there hanging out with her friend, Trisha Cloherty (Mike's older sister). Everyone standing around the kitchen talking, laughing, smoking cigarettes and playing drinking games like Drink-while-you-think or Quarters. I have a memory of seeing her and thinking she was very pretty but that was it. I had a girlfriend so it went no further and that was that-- the last time I would see her again... until....
Fast forward to 1996. I was living on Allen Street, the house right beside my parents house, in the down stairs apartment. I had moved in there in 1995 with roommates, Kevin Trull and Wes Bethune (eventually Wes would move out and a kid named Jason would replace him). We did a lot of drinking and partying in those days and I was still happy being a single guy. So the night before I met your mother and our lives changed forever, I was up late, hammered.
The next morning, the phone rang... I forget why the answering machine was off but the phone just rang and rang and woke me up and I tried to ignore it but it wouldn't stop and it became clear that I had to get up and answer it to make it stop. So I answered it. Mike Cloherty was on the other end, perhaps drunk I don't know but he pleaded with me to come over and help pull someone's truck out of the mud-- no, I said, I'm sleeping. He continued, come on Jim, I'll buy us booze and we will have a cook out and I'll barbecue; still no I told him. But he went on and on like he did in those days and finally just to shut him up, I agreed to help.
Of course, by the time he picked me up, his friend had already remedied the truck situation and here I was-- awake now and heading over Mike's for another round of drinking.
They were living in Randolph on Orrin White Drive in a two family house. Mike lived with his mother on one side and Tricia lived alone on the other side and so when I got there (I was a full fledged cigarette smoker then) one of the first things I did was head out to the shared back porch and have a smoke where Robin and Tricia were talking. We small talked and remembered each other from the party a few years ago. We got along instantly and I started to think maybe we will hook up-- maybe coming to Mike's wasn't such a bad idea.
So Robin had stuff to do that day but promised she would be back later. Of course I asked Mike about Robin and he said they were seeing each other and well that put an end to that so I dropped it all together. Later that night she returned, looking absolutely hot, so hot, I thought, I had no chance with her anyway. She brought her friend Julie who was attractive enough and as a buzz kicked in I figured well maybe me and Julie could hook up so I gravitated toward her. I ended up talking to Robin mostly though as a party began to form around us, more people dropped by for drinks and food and I often found myself talking with Robin by the kitchen bathroom. I brought up Mike and asked her how long they had been dating for and she looked at me with surprise and said they weren't dating. Of course that changed everything.
We ended up talking most of the night and did hook up. The next morning she drove me back to my apartment. I really liked her already. I knew she was a real deal and not some one shot wonder, that maybe we should be exclusive to each other. She was incredibly shy she said but I made her feel at ease and comfortable to talk. She could definitely be a real girlfriend, my first in three years.
Sunday, December 31, 2017
A holiday thought
I wrote this last year and posted it on Facebook
The holiday season tip-toes toward you-- reddish leafy nights and trick or treaters in costumes with candy bags-- fog creeps across children's shoes and demonic cackles and ghostly boos by screen doors and before the candy is even gone, Thanksgiving stands before you: fat basted turkeys, football games and eggnog-- families stroll the walkway, passed pockets of snowdrift that surround the sunken black toothed pumpkin named Bob but, inside the warmly lit living-room you eat, linger, and dream-- strung out on the couch thoughtless and satiated and when you leave, Christmas advertisements fly like Kamikaze's and Christmas classics inundate the airwaves; to the attic you bound with your pilgrim hats and turkey mats and down, one stepping your boxes of red, green and white ornaments and lights into living-rooms and windows, soon the sweet scent of pine and the crinkle of wrapping paper fill the air and the joy is immense and fleeting as the countdown begins, the Times Square ball, marking the passage of time and it drops. You wake in the fatigued hangover of the new year and the holidays have slipped away. You will then spiral along in the cold dark abyss of winter, waiting profoundly for spring.
The holiday season tip-toes toward you-- reddish leafy nights and trick or treaters in costumes with candy bags-- fog creeps across children's shoes and demonic cackles and ghostly boos by screen doors and before the candy is even gone, Thanksgiving stands before you: fat basted turkeys, football games and eggnog-- families stroll the walkway, passed pockets of snowdrift that surround the sunken black toothed pumpkin named Bob but, inside the warmly lit living-room you eat, linger, and dream-- strung out on the couch thoughtless and satiated and when you leave, Christmas advertisements fly like Kamikaze's and Christmas classics inundate the airwaves; to the attic you bound with your pilgrim hats and turkey mats and down, one stepping your boxes of red, green and white ornaments and lights into living-rooms and windows, soon the sweet scent of pine and the crinkle of wrapping paper fill the air and the joy is immense and fleeting as the countdown begins, the Times Square ball, marking the passage of time and it drops. You wake in the fatigued hangover of the new year and the holidays have slipped away. You will then spiral along in the cold dark abyss of winter, waiting profoundly for spring.
Tuesday, November 28, 2017
Another dream
I had this dream two days ago and kept forgetting to write it down until now:
I'm standing in what seems like a downtown district, in
front of a dilapidated high rise that looks like it had survived an
earthquake-- leaning, broken, bent awkwardly and some charring. I asked JT, my old security boss
where I worked, in a high rise, if it was a secure location. He promised it was very safe. As I took one last look at the roof line, it
started to fall and I yelled "run!" And Rich and Dano and me run. Then I remembered my mother was in the area-- I look back and don't see her, just the building collapsing fast. I assume she got
away. After it crashed and the dust settled, my dad showed up with Uncle Bob. I asked dad how mom was and he paused then said, "her middle age will never be the same again." I asked what he meant? He said it was over and I asked what he meant? I asked if she was dead. He nodded yes with a tear
in his red eye. I heard Bobby talking about it but I couldn’t see him. I
felt terrible. I should have went back and got her out of there. I feel like I could have saved her but didn't even try.
Wednesday, November 8, 2017
Had this dream last night and remembered it vividly as I woke. As the day wore on it faded pretty fast until sometime after lunch, about 1:00 it came back to me so I wrote it down on a piece of paper with big fat work pencil: I think I'm with a child, perhaps Christopher or Mathew and shopping in a small store-- book store or convenient store when I hear a man tell the clerk that he's a novelist. I'm skeptical. He's got a little Jacques Cousteau mustache and wears a plaid blazer and one of those 1920 style hats. I end up talking to him and he gives me his information so I can check him out.
Saturday, August 5, 2017
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