Category: philosphy of life

The Elusive Kidless Adventure

The Elusive Kidless Adventure

I suffer from a condition. I do not now what the medical name for this condition is, but symptoms aggressively present themselves when I have been inside too long. I get a little itchy and maybe a little grumpy. OK, bit of an understatement. After a couple of days without my outside fix I am an ass. Just ask my wife. She has a plethora of feelings on the subject. All well deserved. I am lucky that she knows me so well, because when I get that look in my eye she will suggest very sweetly that I get the hell away from her. I don’t blame her. Continue reading “The Elusive Kidless Adventure” →

To Nap Time and Beyond

To Nap Time and Beyond

When I think of runners I see this deerlike creature lightly and gracefully travelling over the trails through forests and up mountains, feet barely touching the ground. This creature can cover tens of miles and post about it on instagram with a huge smile on his or her face talking about how nice it was to get a little fresh air. I am a little different. Continue reading “To Nap Time and Beyond” →

The Community of Apple Cider

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I’m just going to throw this out there. Apple cider is delicious. If I really want to break down the rhythms of my life, drinking apple cider is an essential fall experience. As explained in my previous post, fall means a lot to me. Fall holds one of my favorite days of the year… cider-pressing day. Cider-pressing day is an epic day each year where my family gets together with old friends and we turn 1000 pounds of apples into gallons and gallons of gorgeous cider. It is a day of community. Continue reading “The Community of Apple Cider” →

Coffee, Colors, and Flannel

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Fall in the Pacific Northwest is the best. I love how the air feels in my lungs and how mountains pop from a clear blue sky on a brisk day. Layers begin to build in the autumn weather cycles, and I sense a certainty in the landscape’s transformation to winter. Fall is fleeting, but glimpses of magic are everywhere. Continue reading “Coffee, Colors, and Flannel” →