The writing never stops: Journal 12/20/2014

So sometimes I’ll have a few beers on the weekend, alone and bored and I’ll go on my blog and post videos, movie clips or random thoughts. And sometimes, I’ll think I’m on Facebook or to a lesser extent from preFbook days, Myspace and that I’m posting for an audience. This cracks me up. I guess I’m still conditioned to feel like that. Truth is my blog is a big black hole and I am here alone. And if I say something slightly off mark or controversial, there’s no backlash here, no politics or drama, no pretense or phony catering to false friends.

So at the gym today, and I remembered (resigned up maybe 2 months ago) a few things about the gym that I hated. And in no particular order: the dirty sweat sock stink of the men’s changing room; fat grey-haired, red-assed naked men combing their hair at the sink, weight lifters who grunt so loud I can hear them beneath my headphones and they sound like they are orgasming all over themselves; men who stare at their bodies while they lift; women who stare at their bodies while they lift; ignorant people who occupy a machine and not only are they not using it, they will sit there playing with their Iphone; manly women with muscles bigger than mine, well mostly just manly women in general; well that’s all I got for now on that.

And I’m suddenly drawn to the Charles River for some reason. At work, The Charles runs parallel to the new apartment complex we are building and so I see it every day from the 4^th floor as it flows and muscles its way toward the ocean, dark and brooding and cutting and shifting the tall banks as it goes, chunks of ice drifting like small dinghy’s, and the trees, (in July thick with green leaves of birch, pine and maples) now barren and branches spindly like skeletons. I watch from the unfinished deck as the cold wind whips my face and a chill so deep it stays inside me like a virus. It’s moments like that which make me appreciate work and life.

Today I noticed that they are making changes to Belcher Park. It looks like they are building a network of playground areas for kids, which is great. However, I was shocked, in a bittersweet kind of way when I saw that there was a new wood structure right where the old fort used to be— I mean it couldn’t have been placed any better. I walked up the short hill, old memories of stumbling up our leafy rocky path (now wide open), teetering with beers in hand toward the fort to start a camp fire— and once there, took a few pictures from different angles and determined that this new play fort whatever thingy was exactly where our old fort used to be.

Then: