Sometimes it’s easy to look past some simple yet crazily complex things that lead to great memories and experiences. One of those came in the form of our flight.
As I was in between cat naps I paused for a moment and considered just how ridiculous the whole thing was. Think about it…
A machine weighing 127 tons loads up with almost 300 people and then flies almost 9,000 miles (over a third of the way around the Earth) in about 17 hours. Oh yeah, we also travelled so far across the globe chasing the sun that from sunset to the sunrise we saw this morning was about 18+ hours and we never really experienced Black Friday.
How ridiculous is that??? When I stop and think about it my mind is blown. I’m so thankful for a long distance flights – had it not been for that modern miracle it would’ve been almost impossible to get this pic of Becky and the boys.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!!
Nothing quite screams Thanksgiving dinner like a traditional meal of ramen, pot stickers, wontons, and egg rolls, right?
With dinner on the road today we opted for something a little out of the ordinary. As a kid I still remember pretzels at Epcot on Thanksgiving. When we were younger I remember watching fireworks in the horizon as we drove on the 4th of July. Last year we travelled on Christmas Day. There’ve been several vacations in that either started on or continued during a holiday.
I’m not committed to most standard traditions, things outside the norm usually end up being my favorite and sometimes become my own weird little tradition.
Just a hunch, but I’m thinking that the Thanksgiving dinner at Dumping Den is one we’ll remember for the rest of our lives.
Yoga felt awesome tonight, but it was sneakily strenuous! Beth did an awesome job of getting us thinking it’d be a little more chill before she quickly dialed up the intensity. While I was initially most interested in the mentally chill piece of yoga today the strength work she put us through was exactly what the doctor ordered. What a neat surprise!
To counter balance the healthy impact of yoga we finished up our pumpkin cheesecake from Grant. For the second year in a row he created an incredibly tasty treat for our family. That dude is one tremendous cook! Thanks again for making our Thanksgiving a little extra special Grant!!!
I had some important stuff to take care of up in Eau Claire today. As we all know the weather forecast from last night for today was pretty sketchy. With that in mind I started prepping myself last night for a slow and snowy ride up north. I fired up a great audiobook, had my coffee, and turned on the seat heater while taking my sweet time driving today. Had I not paused to get my head in the right place I surely would’ve been frustrated when I got stuck behind slow moving traffic. Thanks to the peace of mind I’d already created I was sure to stay a long ways back and didn’t get frustrated in the least. I need to remember to do that more often when I’m prepping for something difficult.
On my way out of the office today I turned on the “Out of Office” feature in my email. What a great way to mentally flip the switch to vacation mode. I might even end up shutting down email on my phone while I’m out! My blood pressure has already dipped knowing everyone will get that wonderful auto-reply for now.
Yeah, I’m even questioning my blog title on this one. I’m going to stick with a writing lesson from Stephen King (not even close to a direct quote, but my best recollection of it)… when writing use the first phrasing that comes to mind. You could always change it to be better but the first version is usually the truest. In my head I can see what I’m thankful for and stubbing my toe was the first thing that came to mind.
Imagine me walking in the dark of the night. Not too closely, no one needs that horribly scarring imagine in their head! Just minding my own business as I shamble into the kitchen for a glass of water.
Out of nowhere and completely unexpectedly a bolt of lighting explodes from the ground straight up my big toe! Bang!!! Only the practice of doing this in the past helps me swallow the screaming of expletives that are about to erupt just split seconds after the pain hits. I take a deep breath, clench my fists, and hold still for a moment. Whew… the pain subsides and I walk towards the kitchen again for my water. A few steps and BANG!!! Found the other leg of the couch. The process repeats…
How’s that for a strange comparison to something awesome that I’m thankful for? Like I said, I’m just rolling with how I saw it in my head 😉
Today I was wandering through the day and BANG!!! I drilled my toe on a seemingly random vacation memory. After taking a moment to savor the memory I did my best to keep a straight face and get back to the task at hand. Shortly afterwards BANG!!! I’d run smack dab into another vacation memory. The process repeated over and over throughout the day. Instead of extreme pain each stubbing on a toe was followed by an extreme amount of joy.
My thoughts today went to a Thanksgiving meal of pretzels in Germany at the Epcot Center as a kid. There were several memories of New Zealand, specifically touring the Maori cultural center. Remembrances of our trip to Australia were frequent as was time in Hawaii. Memories of trips to Belize were also very clear and common. Seemingly around every corner I stubbed my toe on a past vacation memory and each one was amazing!
It’s no secret, taking trips to experience and see new things is a passion of mine. All of the times I stubbed my toes today reminded me of how thankful I am to focus on creating so many awesome memories in following my passion.
When we remodeled our kitchen I clearly remember taking out the old cabinets with Dad. They were pretty old school and fastened way more tightly than they needed to be. Had I realized it sooner we could’ve just hidden in the cabinets in case of a tornado!
I remember working myself into a lather twisting and pulling and wrenching and prying with my crowbar to remove them. At times I swung it like a hammer and then proceeded to use a sledgehammer when the frame refused to move. All the while I was sweating like a dog and out of breath… and Dad just sat there and smiled while watching me, even chuckling sometimes.
After a while Dad stepped in and asked for the crowbar. The specific piece wasn’t coming out and my temper was flaring. I handed to him and smiled. There was no way he was going to get it out. He flashed me an even bigger smile and calm walked up to the cabinet. He positioned his crowbar and gave it a little nudge. He moved it about an inch and applied a slight amount of pressure. Dad then looked at me, smiled, and, with almost no effort, popped the cabinet right out of place. Then his smile got even bigger.
“Mikey, while you’re young and strong you think you can power your way through anything. When you get older and your strength fades a little you have to learn to use your head more than your muscle.”
He then proceeded to share the lessons he’d learned from an old timer while working demolition in Milwaukee. He’d shared with Dad the secret to being able to stay healthy and sane while doing demolition… never waste a movement and work as little as you have to. This didn’t mean sloughing off or anything. If you pause for a moment to consider the best way to do something you can accomplish much more with less effort. Apply the pressure in the right place and work is minimal. Don’t think and just use brute force and you’ll wear yourself out in no time.
The lesson in a nutshell? Think twice, act once, complete more. Take time to think and work with your brain and you’ll save your physical strength to accomplish more. I’ll never forget that lesson – thanks Dad!
Today I’m also thankful for the implementation of that lesson. As I prep for heading out on vacation soon time is definitely not my ally in one manner, but is the most motivating of companions in the other. With less than a few days to work with I am working on creating space to accomplish about two weeks of work (both work work and personal work). Time is not on my side, but the lack of time is helping me get into that hyper focus that seems to always precede vacation.
With limited time I don’t have the luxury of missing any of it. This means I must think, plan, and act quickly on each task. The more I pause to quickly plan the more I can quickly accomplish. Just like in using the crowbar I have to think twice (quickly) and act once in order to get everything done. Throughout the day I’ve thought of Dad with the crowbar and have been doing my best to see how I can save a little time by thinking through the right action so there’s no wasted thought.
There is something so magically familiar and comfortable about sleeping in my own bed. I sleep just fine in all sorts of beds, chairs, futons, cots, hammocks, air mattresses, pads, and floors. Laying down on my own bed just feels like all is right in the world. The bed itself isn’t anything too crazy or anything, but it’s what I’m used to and it pretty much feels like home.
My mother in law, Mary, came down to take care of the boys while Becky and I were in Belize. I’m so grateful for her willingness to pretty much move into our house for the week and make sure the boys were all good. As I take time to think about it I’m even more thankful for her willingness to do this. It means a week away from the comforts of her home, a week away from her normal routine, and a week away from Ken. I’ve said it before, I’m thankful for winning the in law lottery. Thanks for helping us out this week Mary!
This afternoon I headed up to pick the boys up from hunting. On the way home we spent pretty much the entire three plus hours talking. Nothing too crazy or serious or anything, just shooting the bull. After a week away from the boys it was even more enjoyable to spend all that time in conversation with them. Thanks for making it an awesome and memorable ride home boys!
Tonight I’m really thankful you aren’t listening to me suck wind as I write this! Due to a slight delay our flight into Chicago was as bit late and we didn’t have much time to cover most of the airport to get to our next flight. The last of our group made it on with less than a couple of minutes to spare – thank goodness!
Even though my heart rate is elevated, I’m breathing hard, and, I’m seating heavily, much to the misfortune of those seated near me. Regardless, it’s another airport adventure to add to the memory banks. Just as we regularly bring up the time we missed our flight well now have the story of making it as well. Gotta love bear miss and barely win stories!
The past fifteen minutes were quite the contrast to how the day started. Becky and I woke up early and did yoga on the palapa over the ocean as the sun rose. Talk about breathtaking beauty! While Becky stayed very focused on her practice I stopped on several occasions and watched the sun, the ripples in the reflection of the clouds, the changing colors in the sky, the birds flying by, and even some fish jumping. Spending time doing yoga in that moment and being 100% present was incredibly refreshing.
Norm told me about a book I’d most likely be interested in and as luck would have it he had a copy there to read. The Lost City of the Monkey God by Douglas Preston is a great read focused on the search for an ancient legend in Honduras. I was quickly hooked. There are stories of the jungle and the hazards they faced including snakes, insects, jaguars, and prehistoric diseases. Part of it was an interesting archeology lesson as they shared different theories on the hows and whys of the civilizations as well as the technology used to find the ancient city. Throw in some wildly interesting stories of politics, the history of the banana trade, drug runners, and ethics. But that’s not all, the end was focused on pandemics – the causes and impacts of.
As I read and soaked it in I was reminded of many of may favorite college classes. A wide variety of topics stretching my thoughts and beliefs while helping me look at the world through a slightly shifted viewpoint. There are many stories from this book that I’ll hold onto for quite some time.
Whew… time to get back to breathing and getting my heart rate back down. 😉