I haven’t done this in a long time. It was really nice to just relax on a Sunday afternoon.
I used to fire up the grill once every couple of months or so but after the ex wife and I split six years ago that kinda fell to the wayside. I mean, I was in survival mode, financially and emotionally and i didn’t have the time to do anything but work and sleep. In fact, I went so long without tending to that old grill that it fell to the elements and now is pretty much just a big pile of rust.
I guess it’s apprapo as it was a wedding gift… it fell into ruin just like that marriage.
But I digress. This isn’t about then. It’s about now. It’s about firing up the grill yesterday.
I’d kinda forgotten how I liked cooking out on the grill.
This one is quite a bit smaller than the old one I used. The old one had a firebox and the grill part was about three feet long. But this little one gets the job done.
Here she is puffing a little smoke out of the vent.
The Deistette doesn’t really eat a lot of meat… she might have a small serving at one meal during the day but that doesn’t happen every day. Well she conceded to a pretty big serving for Sunday grillin’ but she couldn’t quite do it. After taking a couple of bites… she couldn’t finish. She just doesn’t really eat a lot of meat.
Now The Little Man on the other hand… HE is a carnivore. And he could barely wait as this little grill started puffin’ out the wonderful smell of chicken on the grill. His little brother, who I call Tank (built nothing like The Little Man who is kinda skinny and lanky) is solid and stout. He on the other hand doesn’t really care for the grilled chicken. Oh well… more for us. : )
You know… I haven’t mentioned that Tank has been with us for about three weeks. Emmie’s divorce decree allows her to Continue reading
I haven’t been around here in a while… I’ve been absent.
I’ve been reading a little and making a comment now and again but I haven’t written in more than a month… close to six weeks or so now.
I’ve wanted to though. I’ve had quite a few things pop in my head to write about but I feel like unless I write about what happened in November and get it off my chest I just can’t post anything else.
I mean, when i started this blog I thought it would just be me reading this. I had no idea people would stumble on this and take a look and that I would find myself in a little community of people I feel close to. It didn’t even occur to me that I would find a community of writers who I look forward to reading about… you know, reading about their lives and that they would want to know what’s happening with me.
I was also hoping that maybe some day, my daughter would find this and read about me and maybe learn a little about her dad that I didn’t tell her when she was young.
Hi Little Fawn. You out there reading this? : )
Anyway… so with my little blogging community of friends and daughter in mind I feel compelled to write about what happened to me and The Deistette several weeks ago.
By the way, The Deistette is here, too. Say hi Emilie.
Deistette: hi everyone.
Deist: Sooooo…. what do you think, Emmie. I guess we could start with a little synopsis and get everyone up to speed.
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Amuirin, who periodically stops by and shows some love on my posts recently added this little gem to a rather personal story I disclosed.
Something I’ve noticed is that every so often those in Blogland purge. Perhaps in an exercise of catharsis they tell a life’s story of pain or loss or grief. More often than not, these life stories are quite moving and I think it can be difficult to respond to deeply personal posts like that.
Those who have been writing, even for a short while, seem to have found at least a small online community whose members are a part of the catharsis. They’re a part of it because their comments let us know we aren’t the only ones who hurt or feel from the same story.
At my church we open a space during Sunday service where people can share the sorrows and joys in their lives. We say, “Let it be that a joy shared is a joy multiplied and a sorrow shared is a sorrow divided.”
Thank you friends… for dividing my sorrow a little.