The Simplicity Never Went Anywhere

It's a soft and beautiful morning here. There is fog that will burn off as the day progresses. But, for now, it is a quiet and soft dawn. I woke up about six a.m., which is close to normal time for me, and have spent a lazy morning so far. I watched "Fringe" on the DVR. Last night I spent some time with T.R. and then slipped off to sleep after reading a chapter or two in "The Clash of Kings".

I don't really have anything planned for this weekend. Breakfast with friends in about an hour and a half, then probably a trip to Fry's, and then over to Bob's to wind out the afternoon with the guys. A simple dinner and then a quiet evening at home. In short, I hope it is going to sort out to be a simple and easy Saturday.

I got a text from my brother this morning, and he was commenting on missing the simplicity of the Saturday mornings, the anticipation and the excitement of watching the old cartoon "Space Ghost". I think the Saturday morning cartoon memory is one deeply ingrained in many Americans as a symbol of the simplicity of childhood.

Of course, as an adult, there is nothing to prevent you from having the exact same morning. I responded to my brother that it really is all about the choices we make. I would compare this morning with the simplicity of those mornings, all those years ago. You just need to make the choices to embrace the simplicity of life. That simplicity never went anywhere. You went somewhere. And maybe the cartoons changed. For instance, I am not watching "Space Ghost". I am watching the alluring Maggie Q. in "Nikita".

Six Days Later on Saturday

It hardly seems like it has been almost a week since I posted anything. The last work week passed quickly, with the evenings focused on relaxation and unwinding from the work days. I've got a couple of involved problems going on at work (a pair of data analysis questions and a pair of technical problems) and it took a lot of time during the week to figure out what all of the parameters of them are. I am still carrying them into the next week, but I think I have all four of them pointed toward resolution. It sometimes amazes me the amount of sheer energy that intellectual and knowledge based working takes.

So, today was about as lazy a day as I could conjure. I had breakfast with friends at the Hickory Pit, then we went and saw "Priest" with Paul Bettany and Maggie Q, a visually faithful adaption of the graphic novel. It was well done and enjoyable for what it was - your basic good v. evil, battling the vampires, with a nod to John Wayne's "The Searchers". I definitely liked it.

From there, I wandered home and spent the afternoon weaving my way through the poetry of Li Young Lee, "Our Kind of Traitor" by John Le Carre, and intermittent programs off my DVR (Camelot, Castle, Bones, and Fringe). Late in the afternoon I took a two hour nap, then rolled into a very pleasant evening, again balanced between DVR, reading, and time with T.R. All in all it was an excellent lazy day.

Tomorrow's plan is lunch up at the Texas Road House in Union City at noon, so that means I should move into a lazy morning, I've got four hours of Sanctuary on the DVR, which should be entertaining. I have some more thoughts that I would like to write down, but the day is sliding to an end and I can feel my eye's starting to get heavy.