For the past 5 or 6 weeks, walking down a certain walkway to get into my work building, there has been a Canadian Goose nesting in one of the gardens that line the walkway. My work campus is full of these things. I like to joke with my wife that these are Mallards, but I know they are Canadian Geese.
But this one particular nesting goose, of whom I have become very fond, has been sitting in the same spot for weeks now. Sitting on top of her eggs, waiting for them to hatch.
It's got to be a thankless job, sitting one spot for weeks, enduring all kinds of weather. But then, my wife reminds me that they are Canadian, and therefore rain and cold do not bother them.
It's just been rather touching to walk by the same goose everyday and see her sitting there, protecting her eggs.
With all that's been going on lately, especially at work, well, I haven't been the most excited to walk in there everyday. But walking past this goose on the way into work now everyday makes me smile before I go in.
Recently, I walked a tad bit too close to her, and she must have felt threatened, because she stood up and put her wings out to the side like Batman before he drops off the top of a building. Of course, I have no intention of harm,this duck charms me as I walk by her everyday, and for some reason makes me feel a little better about life before I go into work. But it was neat too see how quickly she rose to protect her eggs, the future chicks.
This all she does every day. She sits on her eggs, as they mature, protecting them. We all at work assume there is a male duck that brings her food each day, but I haven't seen him yet.
Her only purpose in life is to protect her young right now. And I'm no bird expert, but I think once these chicks hatch, she will nurse them for a while, then they will all fly their separate ways. But right now, her sole aim in life is sitting on those eggs, making sure not a soul gets near them. That's true loyalty.
It's funny to me that we, as a race of human beings, always feel so far superior to animals or mammals of any kind. Hunters shoot living things for sport, or to 'cut down on population', claiming a superiority to anything not human. Heck, we've all on occasion, shooed a dog or cat out of a seat, so we, the humans, can sit down. Because we rule this earth, right?
Textbook-wise speaking, I'm sure that is true.
But I think we could all learn a little something from these creatures, especially this particular Canadian Goose.
She is loyal beyond the measure of several human beings in the world. She is totally selfless. She will not let these chicks down, no chance in hell. I think with humans, there is always a chance we can be let down, even by loved ones. That's just reality. We are fallible. We make mistakes. We let people we love down, though we may try not to do so.
But my goose, she is not letting her chicks down. Sure, one could say that this is just nature. This is the way these creatures operate. They don't have the brain capacity to be as multi-faceted as us humans, for lack of a better term. And yes, we are on top of the food chain.
But this goose, to me anyway, serves as a reminder and affirmation to the beauty of life all around us. We cannot take it for granted, we can't let people we love or claim to love down.
I think we could all learn something from this goose.
D
P.S., I've named her Jane. :-) I'm going to be sad when her and her chicks have flown away. But I'll be happy for Jane that she will again be free.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Dear Mike
It's now been over one month that you've left us. It has taken me this long to be able to write about it. It's funny that two blogs ago ("Good Weekend")you were one of the good friends I was referring to that I spent time with the previous Saturday. I'm glad we got to hang out that one last time. We reminisced, we played darts, we had a few beers, we enjoyed ourselves. I got to shake your hand and give you the shoulder bump one time before you left. I feel good about that.
I'm not one for religion really, but I have to believe that you are in a better place right now. You're in a better place playing softball, poker, and breaking balls.
We go back 19 years when you sat by me in a few classes because our last names were close alphabetically. That was freshman year at St. Joe in August of 1990. Two 13 year olds with so much life ahead of us. We argued through high school, boy did we. Dice footballs games and arguments about prom logistics had one of us leaving the cafeteria table fuming on any given day from 1990-1994.
Then college years and thereafter came, we went to different schools, but still hung out. Tuesday and Thursdays during the semester at my house, just chilling, watching tv, listening to music, watching 'Friday', and calling girls. Then weekend nights rolled around before either of us were 21 and you could usually find us at Gilston park with beer we 'hey misterred', just waiting for police to drive by and shine their lights, making us run for dear life.
We thought we could sing too, remember 'harmonizing' in that park pavilion? We were trying to impress people around us, but I don't think anyone was really impressed. The pop song of the week was our street corner doo-wop at that park.
Man, what times.
Then we grew up... wives, kids, jobs, and we didn't hang out as much. But when we did, we picked up right back where we left off the last time we had hung out. The mood never changed between us, from ages 13-32. None of that awkward 'we haven't seen each other in a while let's make small talk because we don't have much in common anymore'. That never happened. No, we went right back to breaking balls like we were back at that St. Joe cafeteria table eating that Thursday stromboli that we coveted.
I stood up for you in your wedding, thanks for letting me be a part of it. Thank you for standing up in mine.
Your wife is a beautiful and strong woman. You did good there. We will see to it that she has support from us for the rest of her life. Your kids are gorgeous, and I know you will live on in them. Your son is already starting to get that long and straight hair that you had. Remember when you used to gel it over in high school and we'd bust your chops about it?
Oh yeah-we both know I grew up the heavier kid in school. Thank you for being the one friend of mine who even in a heated argument, never went there. That means more to me than you will ever know.
We had a great friendship, and I will never forget you.
Remember when we were 18 or 19 year olds who thought we had seen it all already? I used to discuss what my funeral would be like, and I told you if anything ever happened to me I wanted "I'll be missing you" by Puff Daddy to be played there.
The other night, before your wake, I went down to my stereo, played it and I cried, like I haven't ever cried before.
I will always be sad, but as time goes on the more I think about you the more I smile and laugh instead of cry, because I am remembering a great friendship. I don't know who I am going to call now every year on October 28th to say happy birthday to, but you can gaurantee not an October 28th will go by where I don't say that to you in my heart.
Yeah, 'that'll work'.
We will always remember you bro, and we will be chilling one day again soon.
"Until the day we meet again, in my heart is where I'll keep you friend..."
I love you brother.
Peace out Mike.
I'm not one for religion really, but I have to believe that you are in a better place right now. You're in a better place playing softball, poker, and breaking balls.
We go back 19 years when you sat by me in a few classes because our last names were close alphabetically. That was freshman year at St. Joe in August of 1990. Two 13 year olds with so much life ahead of us. We argued through high school, boy did we. Dice footballs games and arguments about prom logistics had one of us leaving the cafeteria table fuming on any given day from 1990-1994.
Then college years and thereafter came, we went to different schools, but still hung out. Tuesday and Thursdays during the semester at my house, just chilling, watching tv, listening to music, watching 'Friday', and calling girls. Then weekend nights rolled around before either of us were 21 and you could usually find us at Gilston park with beer we 'hey misterred', just waiting for police to drive by and shine their lights, making us run for dear life.
We thought we could sing too, remember 'harmonizing' in that park pavilion? We were trying to impress people around us, but I don't think anyone was really impressed. The pop song of the week was our street corner doo-wop at that park.
Man, what times.
Then we grew up... wives, kids, jobs, and we didn't hang out as much. But when we did, we picked up right back where we left off the last time we had hung out. The mood never changed between us, from ages 13-32. None of that awkward 'we haven't seen each other in a while let's make small talk because we don't have much in common anymore'. That never happened. No, we went right back to breaking balls like we were back at that St. Joe cafeteria table eating that Thursday stromboli that we coveted.
I stood up for you in your wedding, thanks for letting me be a part of it. Thank you for standing up in mine.
Your wife is a beautiful and strong woman. You did good there. We will see to it that she has support from us for the rest of her life. Your kids are gorgeous, and I know you will live on in them. Your son is already starting to get that long and straight hair that you had. Remember when you used to gel it over in high school and we'd bust your chops about it?
Oh yeah-we both know I grew up the heavier kid in school. Thank you for being the one friend of mine who even in a heated argument, never went there. That means more to me than you will ever know.
We had a great friendship, and I will never forget you.
Remember when we were 18 or 19 year olds who thought we had seen it all already? I used to discuss what my funeral would be like, and I told you if anything ever happened to me I wanted "I'll be missing you" by Puff Daddy to be played there.
The other night, before your wake, I went down to my stereo, played it and I cried, like I haven't ever cried before.
I will always be sad, but as time goes on the more I think about you the more I smile and laugh instead of cry, because I am remembering a great friendship. I don't know who I am going to call now every year on October 28th to say happy birthday to, but you can gaurantee not an October 28th will go by where I don't say that to you in my heart.
Yeah, 'that'll work'.
We will always remember you bro, and we will be chilling one day again soon.
"Until the day we meet again, in my heart is where I'll keep you friend..."
I love you brother.
Peace out Mike.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
A Bronx Tale
"...but you can ask anybody and they'll tell you, this is just another Bronx tale..."
My sister graced my father and I both with tickets to see 'A Bronx Tale', Chazz Palminteri's one man show, as a Christmas present. Last night was the play, at Warner Theater in Washington, D.C.
Being a huge fan of the movie first, I was anxious to see how this show would be done. How does he do it all alone? Does he just speak a bunch of parts back and forth to himself?
No, it was more like just a guy telling you a story, and I loved it. There were no set changes and no intermissions, it was just Mr. Palminteri for 90 minutes (with no water breaks) telling us the story that is so familiar from the movie that was Robert Deniro's directorial debut.
Something I did not know was that the play actually came first, in 1989, before they made it into a movie in 1993. I always thought it was the other way around.
Palminteri brought to the stage a certain energy and mojo, if you will, to the characters of "Sonny" and "C", and he made you feel like you were just a guy on the street corner listening to his story. For 90 minutes I had tunnel vision, watching him act out the engaging scenes and dialogue. His stage versions of certain characters were a little more overstated than they were on screen, but this is normal for the theater. Even though I knew what was coming, I enjoyed it from start to finish.
I definitely recommend it.
My sister graced my father and I both with tickets to see 'A Bronx Tale', Chazz Palminteri's one man show, as a Christmas present. Last night was the play, at Warner Theater in Washington, D.C.
Being a huge fan of the movie first, I was anxious to see how this show would be done. How does he do it all alone? Does he just speak a bunch of parts back and forth to himself?
No, it was more like just a guy telling you a story, and I loved it. There were no set changes and no intermissions, it was just Mr. Palminteri for 90 minutes (with no water breaks) telling us the story that is so familiar from the movie that was Robert Deniro's directorial debut.
Something I did not know was that the play actually came first, in 1989, before they made it into a movie in 1993. I always thought it was the other way around.
Palminteri brought to the stage a certain energy and mojo, if you will, to the characters of "Sonny" and "C", and he made you feel like you were just a guy on the street corner listening to his story. For 90 minutes I had tunnel vision, watching him act out the engaging scenes and dialogue. His stage versions of certain characters were a little more overstated than they were on screen, but this is normal for the theater. Even though I knew what was coming, I enjoyed it from start to finish.
I definitely recommend it.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Good Weekend
I had a great weekend.
Friday night I watched a very funny movie called "Burn After Reading". I definitely recommend it.
On Saturday, the weather finally got less "ass biting cold" and I was able to go out and about without bundling up. I think things are just so much more comfortable when it's warmer out. There is more of a bounce in my step.
After a trip with my mom to the dump to get rid of some old electronics, we went to the Pennsylvania Dutch Market in Cockeysville . I have never been here before, and it was very interesting. They had delicous food and it was good to spend some time with my mom.
I came home and got to spend a little time with my wife and kids, before my wife went out with the girls for the night and I had a couple of good friends over to play darts and have a few cocktails.
Sunday was spent relaxing on the couch, eating junk food (my cheat day) and watching TV.
I really have no point to this blog, but just to point out that weekends can be as simple as this and still be everything a guy could want in a weekend. It's the little moments that show you what to be thankful for. No one would ever mistake my lifestyle for the rock-n-roll high life. But I realized this weekend that all I really need is to be around loved ones, good friends, and a spritz of 'not-so-bad' weather to have the time of my life.
Friday night I watched a very funny movie called "Burn After Reading". I definitely recommend it.
On Saturday, the weather finally got less "ass biting cold" and I was able to go out and about without bundling up. I think things are just so much more comfortable when it's warmer out. There is more of a bounce in my step.
After a trip with my mom to the dump to get rid of some old electronics, we went to the Pennsylvania Dutch Market in Cockeysville . I have never been here before, and it was very interesting. They had delicous food and it was good to spend some time with my mom.
I came home and got to spend a little time with my wife and kids, before my wife went out with the girls for the night and I had a couple of good friends over to play darts and have a few cocktails.
Sunday was spent relaxing on the couch, eating junk food (my cheat day) and watching TV.
I really have no point to this blog, but just to point out that weekends can be as simple as this and still be everything a guy could want in a weekend. It's the little moments that show you what to be thankful for. No one would ever mistake my lifestyle for the rock-n-roll high life. But I realized this weekend that all I really need is to be around loved ones, good friends, and a spritz of 'not-so-bad' weather to have the time of my life.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Where's the Tylenol?!
I haven't written in a while. It was Halloween the last time I pulled this up and now Thanksgiving has passed and Christmas is upon us.
But even though I haven't written a lot has been going on.
I had my 32nd birthday and I'm trying to find the fun in getting older as much as I can, but still somedays you just long for the care free days of being in your 20's. That's just human nature though.
We went to Disney World for vacation. I was skeptical, plus afraid to fly but I sucked it up. The flight was okay, once we were up there I was fine. I feel like I conquered a fear, but at the same time the thought of flying still doesn't get me too jazzed. But that's just what you have to do sometimes to get out of dodge. And trust me, everybody needs to get out of dodge once in a while. Vacations = keeping sanity.
The wife, kids and I had a blast in Disney World. It was a different type of vacation than I am used to, but a pleasant and rewarding time none the less. The Orlando weather and our hotel alone were enough to satisfy me, but the Disney parks are a good time. I think I understand the "magic" people who love Disney talk about.
When we got back from Disney we were greeted by the newest member of our family, a new puppy. He has been a loving and fun addition to our house, but definitely an adjustment.
Things get hectic in our household, I have to say. Family is a lot of work. But there is also a lot of love in our household that makes the hard work worth it.
For that I was thankful on Thanksgiving. I have to thank my wife for making delicous cinnamon buns for breakfast on Thanksgiving morning which kept my portion control in line when it came time for the big meal that day.
And we were able to keep our family artificial tree in the family instead of retiring it! We put the tree up last weekend in preparation for Christmas time, for which I have always been a big softy.
So there's my last couple of months in a nutshell. I know anxious readers out there were dying for the scoop :-).
"Merry Christmas! Holy shit! Where's the tylenol?!" -Clark Griswold
But even though I haven't written a lot has been going on.
I had my 32nd birthday and I'm trying to find the fun in getting older as much as I can, but still somedays you just long for the care free days of being in your 20's. That's just human nature though.
We went to Disney World for vacation. I was skeptical, plus afraid to fly but I sucked it up. The flight was okay, once we were up there I was fine. I feel like I conquered a fear, but at the same time the thought of flying still doesn't get me too jazzed. But that's just what you have to do sometimes to get out of dodge. And trust me, everybody needs to get out of dodge once in a while. Vacations = keeping sanity.
The wife, kids and I had a blast in Disney World. It was a different type of vacation than I am used to, but a pleasant and rewarding time none the less. The Orlando weather and our hotel alone were enough to satisfy me, but the Disney parks are a good time. I think I understand the "magic" people who love Disney talk about.
When we got back from Disney we were greeted by the newest member of our family, a new puppy. He has been a loving and fun addition to our house, but definitely an adjustment.
Things get hectic in our household, I have to say. Family is a lot of work. But there is also a lot of love in our household that makes the hard work worth it.
For that I was thankful on Thanksgiving. I have to thank my wife for making delicous cinnamon buns for breakfast on Thanksgiving morning which kept my portion control in line when it came time for the big meal that day.
And we were able to keep our family artificial tree in the family instead of retiring it! We put the tree up last weekend in preparation for Christmas time, for which I have always been a big softy.
So there's my last couple of months in a nutshell. I know anxious readers out there were dying for the scoop :-).
"Merry Christmas! Holy shit! Where's the tylenol?!" -Clark Griswold
Friday, October 31, 2008
Halloween/Birthday '08
Tonight was the closest thing I think I could come to reliving my youth at Halloween.
We took the kids out and made our usual rounds to grandparents houses first, but then when we came home we took the kids from house to house and our street was buzzing.
It hasn't seemed like this in previous years. Trick or treating turnouts seemed to have lulled year by year as I have gotten a little older. Maybe it was because Halloween fell on a Friday this year. That could totally be it. It was also a little nicer out.
It was the perfect fall night. It was perfect sweatshirt weather with that crisp smell in the air of a burning fireplace, that smell that just equals Halloween. It reminded me of being a kid again.
Our streets were crowded with kids in crazy costumes running all over, candy bags being flung from lawn to lawn, and parents yelling "say trick or treat" and "say thank you". People were out on their porches entertaining, and a few houses had little haunted house lawns set up. It just seemed like folks really went all out this year, which was cool to me. Everyone was friendly to each other, and it was like one big block party. Like I said, I don't remember the neighborhood streets being abuzz like this since I was a kid.
Sure, that excitement is not quite there about it being Halloween like when you're a kid. But tonight, for me, had to be the closest thing to it.
And as I get ready to turn another year older tomorrow, this was defintely a cool feeling, perhaps a small gift to share with myself and my family. I'm not saying it was any big deal, it was just cool.
We took the kids out and made our usual rounds to grandparents houses first, but then when we came home we took the kids from house to house and our street was buzzing.
It hasn't seemed like this in previous years. Trick or treating turnouts seemed to have lulled year by year as I have gotten a little older. Maybe it was because Halloween fell on a Friday this year. That could totally be it. It was also a little nicer out.
It was the perfect fall night. It was perfect sweatshirt weather with that crisp smell in the air of a burning fireplace, that smell that just equals Halloween. It reminded me of being a kid again.
Our streets were crowded with kids in crazy costumes running all over, candy bags being flung from lawn to lawn, and parents yelling "say trick or treat" and "say thank you". People were out on their porches entertaining, and a few houses had little haunted house lawns set up. It just seemed like folks really went all out this year, which was cool to me. Everyone was friendly to each other, and it was like one big block party. Like I said, I don't remember the neighborhood streets being abuzz like this since I was a kid.
Sure, that excitement is not quite there about it being Halloween like when you're a kid. But tonight, for me, had to be the closest thing to it.
And as I get ready to turn another year older tomorrow, this was defintely a cool feeling, perhaps a small gift to share with myself and my family. I'm not saying it was any big deal, it was just cool.
Monday, October 20, 2008
5:45am
This morning I arose to fill in for somebody at work and their 5:45-2:15 shift.
Yuck.
Forget the fact that you basically have to settle in the night before and try to be in bed at 9pm like an 8 year old, but waking up while it is still dark out? Well, it's hard for me to figure out how some people find pleasure in that.
Oh yeah, to top that all off it's Monday.
But, I am coming off a quiet (as quiet as one can get with a 6 and 4 year old in the house) weekend home with the family. I didn't even crack open one cocktail, and I didn't sleep in either day. I just watched movies, visited my folks, played with the kids, and spent time with my wife.
It was a refreshing weekend. Again, I have to feel thankful and cherish the days. However, one thing I do not cherish, is waking up at 4:45am to be to work by 5:45am.
One thing I do notice, however, waking up this early and having your day start before most people's, is that my mind feels a little crisper (after coffee of course) and a little more creative. Maybe I'll take advantage of it and write something. Or maybe I'll lay my head down and wish 2:15 would hurry up.
Have a good week, everybody.
Yuck.
Forget the fact that you basically have to settle in the night before and try to be in bed at 9pm like an 8 year old, but waking up while it is still dark out? Well, it's hard for me to figure out how some people find pleasure in that.
Oh yeah, to top that all off it's Monday.
But, I am coming off a quiet (as quiet as one can get with a 6 and 4 year old in the house) weekend home with the family. I didn't even crack open one cocktail, and I didn't sleep in either day. I just watched movies, visited my folks, played with the kids, and spent time with my wife.
It was a refreshing weekend. Again, I have to feel thankful and cherish the days. However, one thing I do not cherish, is waking up at 4:45am to be to work by 5:45am.
One thing I do notice, however, waking up this early and having your day start before most people's, is that my mind feels a little crisper (after coffee of course) and a little more creative. Maybe I'll take advantage of it and write something. Or maybe I'll lay my head down and wish 2:15 would hurry up.
Have a good week, everybody.
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