Friday, December 21, 2012
We have all been there before. In a restaurant having a quiet meal lost in our own world. Suddenly things change. A family with four rowdy kids shows up and is seated near you. You try to ignore it. You want to rise above it all and think to yourself ‘It will be just fine, I can ignore it.’
The familiar scene happened to me earlier this week. The kids were standing on their chairs jumping up and down. Running around the table unable to be still. I guess they gave these kids an extra large Pixy Stix and a Coke for the drive over.
I have three kids of my own. While I’m sure they never acted this way in public when they were younger, I do understand that this is not uncommon. Even average parenting is hard to find these days. This is not a post about parenting…though I would love to pick apart all the things they were probably doing wrong. No, I’m writing this because of a single comment.
Reluctantly, without intention, I glanced over at the bustling table and caught the eye of the mother. As I quickly looked away, she turned to the kids and in a whispered voice said: “You guys settle down, you are bothering that older gentleman.”
Older Gentleman? That hurts. I’m in my mid-40’s. I’ll give her an old gentleman…..
Ok, I have gray hair. It started in college. My dad has gray (almost white) hair. I’ve known I was going to be gray and be gray early since I was a boy. It never really bothered me. In my 20’s and 30’s, it made me look more mature (notice I did not say “older”) and I believe helped in the board room more than I’ll ever know. Now that the wrinkles are appearing and my wife looks almost half my age, I’m wondering if I maybe should have colored my hair. You know, tried to keep that hot stud look (as if I EVER had it).
No way! It is one thing if you have a little gray to cover up. Once you go mostly gray, you can no longer hide it. Just for Men couldn’t keep up and I have no interest in going to the salon twice a week to get the roots covered. I’ve seen men that have tried…tried and failed. No, not me. Plus, I don’t mind it. My wife claims not to mind it. So Gray I’ll Stay!
And wouldn’t you know it, the good book has something to say about this as well.
From Proverbs 16:31:
Gray hair is a crown of splendor; it is attained in the way of righteousness.
Now ain’t that something!
Run in Peace, Rest in Grace
Sunday, December 16, 2012
I am a victim I tell you…a victim. A few weeks ago I put out the Christmas lights. Nothing fancy, just lights in the bushes and strings of larger bulbs on stakes outlining our elevated landscape beds. This display is not impressive, far from what I did many years past, but it sufficiently puts one in the Christmas spirit driving up at night.
After returning from a run one evening last week, I noticed that some of the bulbs had gone out. Not a huge surprise as eleven months in the attic would take the luster out of me as well. The next morning while getting the paper, I realized that I was wrong. The bulbs had not burned out. In fact, there were four bulbs missing. Missing completely. Not shattered or broken or dead. They were gone.
My first thought was that my daughter’s friends were goofing with me. Teenage boys are terrorizing our house (well, actually just visiting and quite polite so far) seeking the flesh of my daughter like zombies. Oh the kids these days! I told my wife and daughter about my theory of the guys playing tricks on us or just being mean. As usual, they told my I was overreacting and the boys being involved was highly unlikely.
I dropped the issue and went on a mission to find replacement bulbs. They’re blue…not just any BLUE…they are called Pure Blue. Why didn’t I just get white like every other light we own? No Pure Blue at Lowe’s or Home Depot. ‘I know, I’ll just order them.’ Amazon…no. Google search…huh…no Pure Blue C7 5-watt GE bulbs…anywhere.
My theory began to change. Maybe someone stole them. Maybe someone with Pure Blue lights on their house needed to replace some bulbs. Surely not. Who would steal my light bulbs? They ARE easy to get to and a quick drive or walk by late at night would allow one to pluck those suckers in no time at all. Maybe the Grinch is back to being the Grinch. Maybe Cindy Lou Who and the rest of Whoville kicked him out of town and now he is reeking havoc in Grapevine, Texas. Maybe, just Maybe.
What a dirtbag!
Why? I can only surmise that they don’t make them anymore and some guy’s wife was giving him a hard time about replacing them with Aqua Blue, Ocean Blue or Sky Blue. “It just doesn’t look right. You need to….” The only way to shut her up was to steal Pure Blue treasure from me. Well, I feel your pain brother, but you could have at least asked. I would have surrendered them to a brother in need. I wonder if he’ll return them after Christmas.
So as I run in the evening, I’m searching for Pure Blue lights. So far, I haven’t found them, but I will and when I do…I’ll do absolutely nothing.
Run in Peace, Rest in Grace
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Our local ABC affiliate on Channel 8 had a nice 3 or 4 hour show centered around the Dallas Marathon during the race on Sunday morning. I set the DVR, watched and want to firmly report that it was well done. I do want to point out that one of the commentators mentioned that the weather was near perfect for the race at the beginning of the broadcast. She later got news that the humidity was awful and being a runner herself acknowledged that is was a tough day out there.
I think I’m a curse to road racing. I ran the San Antonio Marathon last month and it was way too warm and way too humid. Sunday was better (mid-60’s to mid-70’s with 80-90% humidity), but still far from ideal. My poor history dates back quite a ways. Oklahoma City Marathon in early 2010. Chicago in late 2010. Both warm and not much fun. There are others on the list, but since 2010 most of them are too warm. Not sure I’ve ever had a race that was too cold…and I don’t want one. I’d say global warming is responsible, but really…do we need to go there?
Just like we get silly questions like “how far is this marathon?” people assume the weather is perfect when it is really just a nice day for golf. If I mention that it was warm or humid or both they look at me like I’m some pansy. The response is usual ”yeah, I guess it was.” as they look away with a clear question mark over their head.
So much like I have reduced my accomplishments or race details to nearly zero, I think I’ll just lay off the weather report as well. Folks think we’re crazy anyway. No reason to confirm that by complaining about “perfect” weather.
Run in Peace, Rest in Grace