Saturday, November 28, 2009

Daydreaming...

Sometimes I wish I lived in Montana. I would love to live in a one room cabin on a lake, surrounded by a mountain in the middle of nowhere.
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My days would start by waking up to the sound of nature, a beautiful sunrise, and the smell of fresh air. I would make myself some bacon, eggs, or maybe some pancakes. I would always eat my food outside on an old picnic table overlooking the lake. When I was finished, I would just sit there for a while enjoying the peaceful surroundings.
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I would have a dog. It would be a young, strong, and energetic black lab. After breakfast, I would take my dog for our daily workout. I would be wearing one of those red and black lumberjack jackets with the matching hat, a long john, some Wrangler jeans and Wolverine boots. I would do push-ups and sit-ups in the cabin, then we would go for long runs up the mountain. He would also accompany me as I chopped down trees that we would use for firewood. We would both be in great shape.
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Most of my afternoons would consist of me fishing or hunting. Even if I didn't catch anything that day, sitting by the lake or taking a walk through the woods would be time well spent. If I did catch something, I would take my time preparing it so it would taste just right. I would again enjoy my meal on that same old picnic table overlooking the lake, but this time I would be eating while watching the sun set. I would like that.
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At night I would sit by the fireplace reading, writing, or maybe even trying to put together a puzzle. I love puzzles. I would be sipping on some wine, and some old Motown records would be playing in the background. I would just be relaxing with my feet up, enjoying some piece and quiet in a warm, comfortable setting.
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About once a week, me and my dog would take my 1980-something pickup truck for the 15 mile drive to the nearest town. I would take some jumpshots at the local basketball court, and stop by the store for some food and other basic necessities. While in the store, I may take a glance at the headline of the newspaper, but I would never buy one. I wouldn't even want to know what was going on with the rest of world.
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Sometimes I wish I lived in Puerto Rico. Not near any major cities or tourist areas, but in a shack surrounded by trees deep in the mountains.
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In the morning at dawn, I would wake up to the sound of coqui frogs singing and birds chirping. I would wear the same khaki shorts, a white sleeveless t-shirt, and some white Adidas shell tops every single day. I would again make myself breakfast, but this time I would finish it off with some fresh fruit that I would have growing in my garden. My garden would consist of oranges, mango's, coconuts, and bananas among other things. I would have a few different kinds of trees, as well as an assortment of beautiful and colorful flowers to compliment them.
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It rains every day in Puerto Rico. During the morning shower, I would sit by the window and watch the rain come down. I wouldn't mind getting a little wet because it would help keep me cool. When the rain stopped, I would go outside and admire the view of the refreshed landscape from the top of the mountain.
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When the sun would come back out, I would take my old 10 speed bicycle for the five mile ride to the beach. It wouldn't be a tourist beach, but rather a natural and untouched part of the coastline. I would do my push-ups and sit-ups there, as well as run some sprints in the sand. When I was finished with my workout, I would cool off in the ocean. I would just float on my back, looking up at sun and the clear blue sky.
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On my way home, I would stop at the one and only store at the bottom of the mountain. Every once in a while, I would play dominoes with the old men who would always be sitting outside. They would only talk to me in Spanish, and even though I wouldn't fully understand what they were saying, I would just nod my head and smile. When I would finally go in the store, the television would be on and the news would be playing. I wouldn't pay any attention to it though. I would just pick up what I needed, and keep it moving.
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As the sun set, I would say goodbye and take the ride up the mountain. I would take a long hot shower, and spend the rest of the night relaxing in my garden. I would make myself a home cooked meal, accompanied by a glass of Bacardi mixed with something. After eating, I would sit in silence and stare at the stars, while enjoying a nice cool breeze with not a care in the world.
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Sometimes I wish...
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Ok that's all for now... thank you for visiting and stay tuned...

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Damn...

Yesterday was the first day of tryouts for the William Allen High School basketball program. It was also the first time in 4 years that I was not in attendance. After a tough decision making process, I have decided that the best thing for me and my family is that I not coach basketball this season.

It was one of the hardest decisions that I have ever had to make. I love coaching, I love the kids, and I love seeing the positive progression of a young man caused by my influence. At this point in my life though, I feel like I cannot balance the time commitment it takes to coach with the time commitment it takes to be an effective father. My son got his report card last week, and he failed two classes. He needs my undivided attention. I have to take care of home before I can try to help others.

I talked to coach Smurda and he assured me that he and the rest of the staff understand and support my decision. I still feel bad because even though I know I'm doing the right thing for my family, I know my work isn't done with the kids. I still plan on being at all of the games as well as
participating in the mentoring program, but it won't be the same as being there everyday.

Hopefully there will be a day I will be able to rejoin the staff, but for right now this is just how things have to be. Damn.

Ok that's all for now... thank you for visiting and stay tuned...