Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Life is Hard


Sometimes writer’s block means a lack of inspiration, nothing to write about. Sometimes it is an abundance of ideas and no where to start. My absence has been due to the latter. There are so many things I would like to address. My mind swirls with eddies and backwaters of trivial humor and strong ardent truths. Yet my pen yields little more than a drip. So before this metaphor heads towards plumbing remedies I am just going to start somewhere.


I told myself not to let this blog turn into a travel diary so you won’t get all of the details of the trips I rode on this year. Suffice to say there were many good ones, some suffering and all ended well. I am blessed with true and loyal friends to ride with. My boating trip this year was thwarted (naughty nautical pun) by a 30 year flood. They changed the name of Town Lake in Austin to Lady Bird Lake and Stevie Ray Vaughn was up to his knees in a

real Texas flood.


Late in this year I found myself contemplating how sour I seemed to be getting. The lack of compassion and understanding in our community was starting to get to me and I was losing my composure. I raised money for the Bob Woodruff foundation and the lack of support for our injured veterans was appalling. But there was a brighter side. People who really had no money to give came through. I wound up being the top fund raiser for the ride. This gave me little if any special recognition but The Woodruff Foundation took the time to contact me personally. So I did a

little more thinking and it came to me that I am not as kind and giving as I used to be.


I’m going to make an effort to change a little bit. A little old lady ordered a dozen cookies to be baked and shipped to her grandson in Afghanistan. I sent six dozen. Random acts of kindness are good. I doubt that I will every be as genuinely happy as I was at 20 but I am willing to give it a shot. Good things do happen. I’ve been learning to mountain bike. Nothing makes you feel like a kid quite like falling off a bike. My prized racing bike is getting new paint and parts. Best of all, my wife still loves me after 20 years and we have a new kitten. Life is good.


So there, the cork is out and more posts will follow. Here’s to a new year!

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