I exercise inside my apartment most days before I go to bed, just to keep from totally, you know, completely, becoming an out of shape pathetic cubicle dwelling, weak, person, thing. How pathetic.
I love, well, really like what I do, and I’m glad I have to freedom to come and go, so long as I for the most part, well, I stay, and do my job; and get things done, good.
About a year ago dad gave me a check for like, a thousand dollars. It was money left over from Collin’s small life insurance plan, an insignificant one that barely paid for his funeral and plot and stone. Dad obviously had in mind the fact that I was soon getting married and probably needed money for marriage related things.
I’d never been given money that I didn’t want to spend. This money was dirty. I put it in a drawer. Six months later the check expired.
Dad reissued the check to my ownership and was insulted that I didn’t appreciate the gift. I understood where he was coming from.
Upon getting married to the lovely lady who serves as chief financial officer for our combined income/debt, I have less worries about money because, I stay out of it. She knows I’m incompetent; the money is managed by her and mostly her alone. I’m more of an executive producer.
As for the money I control, a good while back I decided that I would spend Collin’s money on, well, Collin. So for the past few months I’ve been converting camcorder tapes to DVD, getting prints made from negatives, making duplicates of prints, going through slide film for which there are no prints, yet, and amassing a sizable amount of Collin/Collin and us photos.
Later I bought a cool BMX bike for a hundred bucks, to make the walk from work to Bedford Camera Store where I make prints, a little more interesting. It also helps keep me in better shape. You know, kardio vask you lar. Lee.
I think Collin would approve of the bike he bought, and of the cool way I ride it when the weather is nice.
Outside of the obvious, I am happier than I have been in quite some time. My wife is one of the most funniest infectiously corny persons, or something. I am a big fan of her. Of us.
