our epoch… one year, 48 state adventure
join us on our adventure as we visit all of the lower 48 states in one year!
I have probably already said it many times, but life is weird. And because life is bound by it, time must logically be even more weird. Time is relentless. Time is unforgiving. Time never stops. Good times fly right on by. Bad times do the same. Normal times get lost in the mix. Time keeps on ticking…
There is a “known” thing on my Mom’s side of the family, if there are any qwerks or oddities in any of our personalities, or physical bodies, we blame it on the Banks side of our family. Aka, Banksisms.
The females have coined a term, Bankles, because apparently on the female side the Banks genes create legs that run straight from the calves into feet, bypassing the ankles. At least any visible ankle-like formation. I, being a male, apparently don’t have this abnormality. Or maybe I do and have never noticed it. But to us Banks, Bankles are a real thing. And they are, unfortunately, somewhat traumatizing.
We are all different. Very different. For that I’d like to say, “Thank you, Jesus!”
Different things make each of us tick. Different things make us happy, sad, hurt, inspired…you get the point.
Today I want to talk about your happy place. And mine. For the sake of the conversation, let’s remove our family as our happy place. That should be a given. At least for me and my life, so we are going to the “next place” that we like to go when we need to recharge, rest, smile, laugh, dream. And all those other much needed releases in order to make life more bearable.
You know that Geico commercial that takes place in a boring, white office lunchroom and some guy is heating up a burrito in the microwave? For some reason, they thought that the song, The Final Countdown, by Europe, would be an appropriate theme song. For heating up a burrito.
I don’t like that commercial. Ask my kids. As little as we watch TV (no cable in this house), every time that one comes on I cringe. I might also lament out loud in anguish just so everyone around knows how much I despise the commercial.
fish naked. ski naked. bake naked. hike naked.
These have always been weird to me, because I get mental images of people doing these things. Naked. Some seem wrong. Others seem painful. All seem a tad inappropriate for this family-friendly household.
Remember how simple life was when we were kids? We just got up everyday and lived. In the middle of living, we’d eat, get dirty, make messes, do chores, ride bikes, eat more, laugh, play stupid-yet-fun games, eat again, laugh, run around outside until dark, take a bath, go to bed….then get up the next day and do it all again.
Simple.