I’m Journaling Again

I wanted to be right up front about that, so you did not think this was just another blog post.

I’m trying to process my feelings.  My wife and daughter flew off to Banff this morning with The Hotelier distaff side.  I am left behind, sad and alone, for another week of telecom wars.  I expect I will have to get used to it now that wifey is retired.  Her first pension check hits the account, to which she does not have the sign-on and password (and never will), in early August.

The Hotelier and I will be leaning on each other for emotional support this evening when we go to Izzy’s for dinner. It is good to know he’s close by in Burlingame in case I need a hug mid-week.  And I’m sure we’ll be on the phone a lot.

DJ: I miss her so much.
Hotelier:  You took the words right out of my mouth.

I chatted with my good bud The Wolv this week.  We usually bust chops via email, but it was good to hear his mellifluous voice.  I think he will be out by the bay this fall so we’ll connect with Unc.  A few good chow downs and possibly a nostalgia trip to The Zam Zam are in order.

Speaking of busting chops, for some reason I was thinking of hoops court trash talk of yore. I was not a big proponent, but I probably had my say on occasion.  One was dropping “count it” as soon as you took a shot.  It was pretty cool when it swished but the 75% of the time it didn’t made one look a little foolish.  My favorite was when someone blocked a shot.  “Take that shit home and put it in the closet”.  Harsh, no?

I also talked to The Wig recently.  He’s been on a road trip with Mrs. Wig.  They got to spend some quality time in Toledo before arriving in Cleveland for the MLB All-Star game.  Then they were off to Buffalo to see their older daughter.  The big fun starts in September when we meet them and Dr. and Mrs. Joe in Chicago.  The DJ and Dr. Joe families will then luxuriate at a lake house whilst The Wigs decamp to Ann Arbor to prep for their SB1’s wedding.  I’m working on losing a few pounds for the event so I can fit into my suit.  Wig explained to me that the wedding dinner will be family style.  I told him I chose beef on the wedding web site and I want a large plate of beef put in front of me.  I hope he realizes this could be a deal breaker.