Feel Good Story – Page 13 – The Blogging Buddhist

Tighten That Belt…

I was busy re-arranging my home office last weekend and happened to clear everything from on top of my barrack boxes. For those who may not know, barrack boxes are large, foot-locker style boxes used to store clothing and personal effects while going through basic training. In this context, I had the boxes issues to me while I was a cadet for six months at the RCMP Academy. I kept the boxes and they’ve served me well over the past decade and a half for storing certain belongings that either I don’t want damaged or can’t have out in the open.

Once I had cleared off the stuff I had sitting on top of the boxes. I decided to explore them and take a little walk down memory lane. I found photographs, weapons of varying sizes and types and most of all… I found my karate belts. All of them! Nathan walked over while I had them spread out and I could see he was confused by the display before. “Dad, why do you have so many karate belts?” Why indeed, son… Why indeed…?

All the belts to have adorned my waist since 1989

I could get into the whole history of belt ranks and how they came to be, but I want this to be a light-hearted, nostalgic post. I’ll keep it simple by saying that the coloured belt system was introduced in Japan by Master Jigoro Kano, founder of Judo. He noted that some systems used ranking systems and adopted the belt ranking system as his own, which has become the standard in Japanese martial arts and all over the world.

If we look at the photo above, it’s a bit deceiving in that I did not wear all of these belts consistently through the years. In fact, the third belt from the left is my original white belt (if you couldn’t guess from the yellowing). The very first white belt is one I got with a replacement gi. The second one is a belt I borrowed from Sensei when I was at the rank it shows and had forgotten my belt at home. He didn’t want it back so I held onto it.

Unlike other systems with multiple belt colours, you may notice that there are only four belt colours present. The average student begins with a white belt, of course. Over the first couple of years, they acquire a green stripe for reaching certain milestones. When they’ve reached a key point and are ready to test for green belt, they get a solid green bar as seen on the third belt. once they graduate to the rank of green belt, they‘ll train at this level for a couple of years, depending on the student. When they reach a certain skill level and are ready to test for brown belt, they get a solid brown bar as seen on the green belt above.

From there, a number of years will elapse with the students training consistently. Black stripes will be awarded based on skill, much as it was during the white belt rankings. After the third black stripe, the student will express their desire to test for black belt; there is no black bar. And of course, once the student passes black belt, rankings are no longer shown (depending on the style, some will show gold bars for individual dan rankings).

I get a kick out of how my brown belt has soaked up so much blood, sweat and tears that it’s faded to a colour almost matching the green belt. That’s both entertaining and gross. But there’s Uechi’s belt system in a nutshell. I’ve kept all of my belts because they show me the journey I’ve been on and where my martial arts road is leading. And they make neat souvenirs and conversation started with my son. ☯️

Fathers And Sons

A big part of my childhood involved going out and doing things with my father. Whether this meant running errands with him, doing activities outdoors or learning about computers, whenever I wasn’t at school or in karate, I was with my father. It made for an exciting and valued childhood. I’ve always said that when I had children, I would emulate this behaviour and do the same for my kids. I’m only now learning how difficult and “easier said than done” that this is to accomplish.

My hat’s off to my dad for making so much time and being there for as much as he was. As a kid, I couldn’t clearly grasp how my dad must have been fighting through fatigue from shift work to bring me swimming or how he likely preferred to sit on the couch relaxing on his day off, rather than spend the day peddling on a bike in the hot sun. But he did it all. It definitely makes me appreciate the effort he put in and makes me realize I could often put in more of an effort myself.

I had the opportunity to spend a wonderful day with my 7-year old son, Nathan. Our day involved a quiet morning for gaming and watching videos. Once we had lunch, we jumped into the car and headed to a movie theatre to watch Minions: The Rise of Gru. Nathan had recently mentioned liking minions and he’s watched some of the other Despicable Me movies, so I looked up the new one and found a 1:30 showing. We decided to head to the theatre early and partake of some of the games located in the lobby.

We played for almost 40 minutes, enjoying air hockey, shooting hoops and various first-person shooter games before grabbing typical movie snacks, which included popcorn, gummies and raspberry Coke Zero of all things, and finding our assigned seats in the theatre. The theatre was pretty quiet, with only one small group of four or five kids on the other side of the seating area. So we basically had the place to ourselves.

Although the movie had its funny moments, the combination of arcade games and sugar made it difficult for Nathan to sit still for the hour and a half that it took for the movie to reach its conclusion. This is problematic, as Nathan becomes quite the handful. in this instances, he was climbing on the seats in front of him, shifting around and asking when it would be done. Even though we were enjoying the film, I could tell the wick on the stick of dynamite was slowly burning down and he would only stay in his seat for so long.

Once the movie was done, we took the opportunity to burn through our remaining game tokens and played some more games. Nathan was hellbent on burning through every token and appeared to enjoy THAT more than the movie itself. He particularly enjoyed the Jurassic Park shooter and spent most of his tokens there. It was fun, watching the joy in his eyes as he played and enjoyed himself in the arcade.

Admittedly, we were both hot and sweaty when we finally walked back out to the car. There was very little A/C in the gaming area and it was made all the worse by the fact that all the gaming machines were giving off their own respective heat. Although it was nearly 30 degrees outside, it felt cooler than it did inside. As you can see from the photos, Nathan and I were both wearing hooded sweatshirts but were quit to shed them once we left the building.

We travelled across the city and purchased a used life jacket for Nathan’s use while at a swimming pool. This immediately prompted Nathan to request a trip to the pool, which resulted in an argument over why we couldn’t go right away. We discussed potentially going swimming or hit the splash pad over the weekend, but he was insistent of a pool, which told me he only wanted to go because he just got a new life vest. But I digress.

Once we got home and as we had previously agreed, Nathan got to work on some homework-style exercises that my wife has obtained for him in order to keep what’s he’s learned through the school year as fresh as possible. While he was doing his homework, I ordered pizza and wings for the whole family online. We received our food right around when he finished his exercises and everyone enjoyed a nice, take-out supper. Nathan and his brother particularly enjoyed the bread sticks.

It was a fantastic day and I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy myself. Life gets pretty busy and hectic and making time to do these kind of things can be difficult. But twenty years from now, Nathan will have the benefit of looking back and recognizing that we had this time together, much in the same way I have fond memories of the things I’ve done with my father. These are the important moments that make life matter. Sometimes we get so caught up in the rat race that we forget to take time to stop and smell the flowers. Food for thought… ☯️

Rabbit Wars: The Return Of Fluffernut

As some of you may have read, we recently had an incident in our front yard where a large crow attacked and killed a rabbit kitten (once again, baby rabbits are called “kittens,” I looked it up). A second kitten ran and the mother bailed. I was still at work at the time, but I came home to find the second kitten wedged under the wheel of my recycling bin. I managed to coax the little guy out and despite the vast plethora of negative comments and feedback I received online when I sought advice, Nathan and I fed and kept the kitten until the end of the day where, on advice of actual professionals, I put him under the cover of the tree in our front yard to be retrieved by his mother. I named him Fluffernut and you can read the original post here.

Maybe it’s just me or maybe I’m just believing what I want to believe. But last Thursday I was hanging out in the garage, enjoying a cigar and Nathan was a short distance away, playing on his Nintendo Switch. All of a sudden, he looks up and whispers, “Dad, there a rabbit there…” I stood slowly and looked over and sure enough, a small rabbit was sitting at the edge of my garage looking at us. We stepped closer and to our surprise, he hopped TOWARDS us. It may be a romantic notion, but given the small size and the look of the colour, I was pretty confident that this was Fluffernut, come back for a visit.

Some may comment that this could have ben any rabbit, and they would be right. Maybe it is just some random rabbit. Damn… Try saying THAT three times, fast… Random rabbit… Maybe it’s just my French tongue. But I digress… We put out some timothy hay pellets and watched in amazement as the rabbit followed Nathan around the yard as he placed a few small piles here and there. The rabbit partook of some and hopped around, staying close to us the whole time, before dashing off between the garage and the neighbour’s property.

Was this the rabbit I rescued a short while ago? Maybe not. Does it matter? Absolutely not. To have a creature of nature willingly come into my yard, frolic and play with my son and I and add a bit of positive energy to our lives makes it so it doesn’t matter if it was the same rabbit or not. With everything happening in the world, a little positivity can go an extremely long way; especially in one’s home. Food for thought… ☯️

From The Least Likely Of Sources…

Being a homeowner is a difficult prospect and given the shape of the world’s economy, isn’t always in the best interest of the consumer when considering the responsibilities and costs associated with home ownership. In fact, given rising home costs, people are beginning to look more and more towards rentals or alternative forms of residency.

For me, home ownership was never an option. I was raised and spent my childhood in apartment buildings of varying sizes, shapes and locations. My parents owned a home when I was born but came to realize that their mortgage payments cost more than a monthly rental fee. ounce you tack on residential taxes, utilities and the cost of repairs and upkeep, it’s pretty easy to see how my folks decided it wasn’t worth their efforts to retain ownership of an actual house.

That’s why, for the majority of my adult life, I never considered the purchase of a house and have always rented. It’s what I grew up knowing. But at some point, the scales tipped to where a mortgage payment was lower than a rental fee to the extent that I jumped on buying a house (and because I had no choice, given my current posting). I was taken aback and shocked at the amount of work and upkeep involved. It isn’t like I didn’t KNOW, per se… But once I was knee-deep in it, it hit home a bit harder (pun fully intended).

Here in Regina, my wife and I are the proud owners of an average-sized bungalow. Recent years have seen us perform major repairs and renovations, as we are the house’s second owner since its construction. It sometimes feels as though there’s always something to fix, clean or repair and given the rigours of daily life, martial arts training and having children, time is short to perform such things. They often get pushed aside for long periods of time.

Anyway, we have a large fir tree in our front yard. It’s a beast of a thing and has caused non-stop issues, with the pine needles everywhere and the tree sapping all the moisture from the front lawn, causing the grass to go without and causing bald patches that won’t grow grass as a result. It’s also been a major pain in my ass, sometimes literally, when I’m trying to trim my hedge or do general yard work in the front yard as it dominates and takes up space.

For the past couple of years, I had been toying with the idea of having the tree trimmed or removed. With everything else going on, including the demolition and renovation of our basement and the re-tiling of our roof, the tree in the front yard took a back seat on the priority bus. But I this year, I realized that ignoring the massive fir has led to its branches growing beyond the hedge lining my property and by next year, branches would likely stretch onto the neighbour’s property.

This was the wake-up call I needed to get on it. Time to move the tree to the front of the priority bus. Although I could have clipped some of the lower branches, the size and breadth of the tree made it unlikely that I would be able to properly trim it without posing a hazard to myself. So I started shopping around for local businesses that would come trim the tree for me. I was somewhat surprised at the fact that I got same general response from almost all businesses I contacted…

The cost to properly trim the tree would be almost bad much as simply removing it. To be clear, this tree obstructs all view out of our picture windows and blocks most of the natural light. This is on top of the mess it causes in the front yard. I discussed it worth my wife and ultimately came to decision to have the tree removed. The company I hired was reasonably priced, fast and efficient and had the job done within an hour or two, while I was at work.

When I got home from work, I was pleased to see a clear, unobstructed front yard. I took a quick look and realized there would be significant clean-up required to remove all the pine needles, pine cones and debris that was under the skirt of the fir. Although i was quite pleased, my wife told me that my son Nathan questioned where the tree had gone, a question he posed to me later when I was sitting in the garage.

He asked me why I had the tree removed, to which I explained all the reasons, including the fact that the tree was hindering the proper growth of the grass and I wanted the grass to be healthier and the yard to be cleaner. He hit me with his thought that I killed one living thing in order to make room for another living thing and why hadn’t I left the tree because so many birds take refuge in it.

I was a bit taken aback and I honestly couldn’t refute his logic. It made a lot of sense. I, in my “infinite” wisdom, decided to cut down and destroy a living thing that housed and protected other living things, because it was inconvenient to deal with and because I wanted my grass a little greener. Not very Buddhist of me. What’s worse is that my 7-year old son had to explain this to me, rather than have me realize it myself.

It made me wonder about the concept of doing whatever to save a few bucks and opting for the easy road instead of the one that requires a bit of effort. And that’s where the title comes in… I pride myself on having a pretty enlightened view in most respects. But to have a young child illustrate such a simple and logical concept to me that i should have already realized was important and illustrates how we can gain insight and wisdom from the most unlikely and unexpected of places. Food for thought… ☯️

Traditions & Hopes…

On Saturday, my family and I got to attend a very special event, that of the wedding of a dear friend of mine from back home. Interestingly enough, he also became a Mountie and was posted here Saskatchewan. he chose to have his wedding at the RCMP Chapel at the training academy, which means I got to set foot on academy grounds for the first time in well over a year.

I felt an empty sense of loss as I crossed the chainlink gates into the parking lot of the academy, where I had parked my vehicle and performed my duties for almost five years before retiring from the Force. I got to see some cadets standing sentry, spoke to them and discuss their training, which brought back memories as well. Although I speak as though I retired years ago, it certainly does feel as though I was there a lifetime ago.

Patiently awaiting his bride (face blacked out to protect his identity)

We walked into the RCMP Chapel and saw a spread of people who had all attended to join in this happy occasion. Since we couldn’t find a babysitter, my wife and I opted to bring the boys; a choice that would end up costing me. But I’ll get to that later. The RCMP Chapel is a beautiful building and in fact, the oldest standing building in Regina. It’s wooden benches have been beautifully maintained and were originally constructed by serving inmates at the time.

The stain glass windows are iconic and represent various scenes from religious texts and the walls are adorned by commemorative plaques for fallen members and members who died in service to the people of Canada. There is always a sense of quiet calm inside the Chapel, even when there happens to be a troop hollering to one another outside. My kids, being young as they are, were at a loss to enjoy and appreciate the environment they were in.

After some delays and the bride arriving late (the Chaplain made a point of saying that any good thing takes time) the ceremony was under way. Nathan was becoming restless and asking why we couldn’t leave yet, so I wound up handing him my phone so he could play a game on it. Pretty sad state of affairs when life requires this kind of distraction for children. In my day, I would have been told to shut up and wait for the ceremony to end and that would have been it. Sign of the times, my friends.

A video game only kept Nathan occupied and in his seat for so long before he handed me my phone back and started doing that whiny begging kids do, when they really want something or they want to leave. Alexander started following suit and I hushed him by putting the Paw Patrol movie on my phone on mute and both boys sat and watched quietly for all of ten minutes. Then, they handed me my phone again.

That’s when I took the step that cost me dearly. In an effort to entertain the younger one (the older one had returned to his end of the bench and was sitting quietly for a moment), I handed him my RCMP Veteran’s card, which features my photo and some key information identifying me as a retired member of the RCMP. He played nicely for several minutes, giggling and pointing at my photo… In retrospect, I’m not sure if I should be offended by that or not.

Things were quiet for a few moments and it took me those few moments to realize that Alex was no longer holding my ID card. I looked down at the floor and realized it wasn’t sitting there. I asked where my card was in a harassed whisper, to which he pointed to the small compartment of the back of the bench on front of us. You know the ones, they hold hymn books and bibles and stuff in churches. I reached in and realized my card wasn’t there. Then to my horror, I realized there was a slight gap between the front panel of the box and the panel at the bottom. My ID was now trapped inside this thing, with no apparent way top get it out.

All of a sudden, the entire moment switch from being all about my friend’s wedding and all about my ID card. My wife and I searched frantically for a gap, a nail or some means of getting the thing open without damaging it. None was found. The wedding procession made their way out of the Chapel and I stopped the Chaplain when he was exiting to explain what had happened.

It was a fun day and I was happy to see my friend get married. I have no idea when I’ll get my ID back or whether I can get a replacement if I can’t. Of course, my kids WOULD have to do something to hamper the day’s joyous overtones. But as the old saying goes, “This is why we can’t have nice things…” I treated us all to some take out and we went home, none worse for the wear. ☯️

Bringin’ On The Pain…

Over the regular course of the year, Tuesdays hold a particular place in my schedule, for a variety of reasons. It’s the only weeknight that I don’t have karate classes, with Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays being the norm. Fridays are a weekend night and usually reserved to hang out with my son Nathan and then the actual weekend hits. Because of this, Tuesdays offer a unique piece of time in my week that I can’t find elsewhere. I often use this time to do some reading, writing or take care of chores like laundry.

Since I don’t have karate classes on Tuesdays (at least for now), I try to do something outside the martial arts realm. It’s always a good idea to keep the body moving and I enjoy changing things up. Doing so can help with weight loss and keep one engaged in their personal fitness journey. Keeping yourself engaged and interested in your fitness can mean the difference between hammering forward in your fitness goals or getting lazy and taking too many breaks, which inevitably lead to a self-fulfilling prophecy of going long periods without exercise.

As any of you would have read in light-knows how many posts last summer, I’m a big fan of cycling. I can comfortably manage about 20 kilometres or so in about a hour, which is a decent outing. But considering that I’m gone most evenings due to karate, I try to do things a bit different on Tuesdays. When the stars align and I actually remember to bring fitness apparel, I work through my lunch hour on Tuesday. I know, I know… bad habit! But I do eat, I just keep working through that hour. Moving on!

I work through my lunch hour and exit the office an hour earlier than scheduled and make my way down to the office tower’s gym. There, I’m able to take advantage of various cardio machines including elliptical, treadmills and a weird stepping machine that I haven’t figured out how to use yet. there’s also stationary bikes, but I peddle enough on the weekends, so I steer clear of those. I usually opt for the elliptical, since decades of martial arts have rendered the cartilage in my knees nonexistent.

If I look like death, it’s because I feel like it!

Last Tuesday was my first time making it back to the office gym in quite a while. It was a rough session and I only ran for 45 minutes as opposed to an hour but it felt good to break that intense sweat and burn those calories. I slept solidly that night, no question. As the summer progresses, especially with less karate classes for the next month, it should be easier for me to pull off these Tuesday workouts more often.

As most of your likely know, maintaining one’s proper health and fitness involves a variety of different exercises. Focusing solely on cardio or strength training will provide benefits but perhaps not the totality of what you’re looking for. That’s why it’s important to sprinkle in a bit of everything. Most martial artists avoid bulking up too significantly as large muscle mass will restrict one’s fluidity of movement. Doing only cardio can be significantly helpful with cardiac health and weight loss but muscle build will be minimal and won’t be focused on strength.

That’s why it’s important to incorporate all types of exercise and workouts. Don’t be afraid to get out there and try something. Hell, I once bought a Zumba game for my xBox 360 and the first time my wife and I tried to keep up with the game, it kicked my ass! One can find the most interesting workouts in the least likely of places. Ultimately, as long as you keep moving, you’ll be headed in the right direction. Stay sweaty, my friends! ☯️

Kickin’ Back (Literally)…

Last night wrapped up this year’s karate sessions, with my current dojo closing to their regularly scheduled classes for the summer in conjunction with the school calendar. This is nothing unusual and has actually been the norm with most dojos I’ve trained in. Monday night was the last kids’ class with last night being the last adult class. It was bittersweet, especially since I only joined Shotokan in January (or maybe February?) and missed nearly two months of training due to injury.

This dojo has two aspects that set it aside from any other dojo I’ve trained. For one, they’re closing up the year with a group outing. yes, you read that right; tonight, during what would otherwise be a scheduled class, the instructors are taking all the students out bowling. Although it’s the first I’ve ever heard of this in a karate dojo, I think it’s a fantastic way to wish everyone well for the summer and acts as a nice team-building exercise.

The next thing they’re doing, is offering a limited summer package for the remainder of June and through July. This involves two classes a week aww opposed to three with a reduced tuition cost for the month. Don’t mind if I do! This will allow me to use part of the summer to maintain the new techniques and forms that I’ve started to learn in Shotokan through the summer as opposed to becoming stagnant during the summer months. I can have August as a break month, since my family and I will be travelling.

Last night’s class was solid and I can admit that I pushed and gave it all my effort, breaking a significant sweat and making a difference in my overall health. My years in Saskatchewan have been difficult for me, having trained in the martial arts alone for so long that becoming a permanent part of a dojo that aligns with my skills and particular style is nice. I’m looking forward to continuing to train through the month of July in combination with some fun summer activities, including cycling, playing ball with my son and swimming. Then, I can hit it hard when we go back in September. ☯️

A Little Music Can Lighten Your Soul…

Yesterday, I wrote a piece about things you can do to eliminate some of the stress in your daily life and I apparently neglected to include something so integral to keeping one’s stress low and maintain good mental health; music. Every morning, I spend roughly 10 to 15 minutes travelling to work and at least as much, if not more, travelling back, due to end of day traffic. During this commute, I usually take advantage of the time to play some music (I have over 3,000 songs on my phone) and usually find myself singing along.

Doing so is incredibly therapeutic and plays a big part in my mood and mindset by the time I’ve gotten to work or by the time I’ve gotten home. Pleasant, upbeat songs can have a significant and positive effect on one’s state of mind. Although good music won’t pay your bills or get your boss off your back, a better state of mind can help how you manage those aspects of your day.

I’ve had this happen before but it always makes me smile and I couldn’t help but share… Yesterday evening, I was travelling home and I had the music just blaring in my car. Since I’m an A/C guy, I rarely have my windows down but I apparently had the music loud enough to be somewhat heard from the outside. I was north-bound on the main strip leading to my homee when I came to a red light at a major intersection.

I was singing along to the best of my ability when I glanced to my left and noticed a car full of young people (young to me, mind you) smiling and laughing in my apparent direction. Before I could decide if they were laughing at me or with me, they motioned for me to lower my window, which I foolishly did. I say “foolish,” because one can never truly know another person’s intention but I took the chance and everyone in their vehicle started crooning along with the song that was playing. Here what we were listening to:

It’s definitely a catchy song and it plastered a smile on my face to have these random people join me in my little daily ritual of singing some joy into my evening. On occasion, unexpected happiness can find its way into one’s day, if one is willing to pay attention for it. In this case, a small piece of music and a three-minute wait at a red light was enough to bring a half dozen people together in a joyous moment. What more can one ask for, in this life? ☯️

Time Catches Up…

Nathan and I watching TV together for the first time in the hospital

Sometimes it takes me a moment to stop and recognize that not only am I a father but I’m the father of two. Although I have very clear memories of what life was like before having children, the daily routine of my life has changed significantly and has come to feel like the “new normal.” I now get home from work every day to have two loud, rambunctious little balls of my DNA come running to the door, yelling and screaming, “Daddy’s home!” It’s a significant difference from coming home and having the time and ability to slowly drop all my work materials, change into more relaxing clothing and grabbing a stiff whiskey to finish out my day. But I digress…

There are significant differences and difficulties I face with my children. And just to be clear, I don’t mean with THEM specifically, so much as I mean with the fact that I had my children reasonably later in life than most. I was 36-years old when Nathan was born, nearing my 40’s and beyond the point in my life that I thought I would actually be having children. But as I’ve often said before, life rarely cares about one’s plans and I couldn’t help the fact that I fell in love and got married later in life than most would. After all, there’s no “set” plan to life; stuff happens when it happens. But the added birthdays I’ve celebrated prior to having my first child has had its effects, especially as it involves a little ol’ thing called Type-1 Diabetes…

Being a little further in life while raising a young child comes with a unique number of challenges. And I certainly don’t mean being woken every few hours during the night for feedings and changing; that shit is exhausting no matter what age group you find yourself in. But one’s energy levels tend to be lower and one’s availability also takes a hit. For myself, I’ve always worked really hard at maintaining my fitness and overall wellbeing. The problem is that I get to choose where and when I perform my fitness routine and workouts. One NEVER gets to choose when a little one will suddenly want to play a rousing game of “dive on daddy.”

Realistically, I get home from work at night and all I want to do is slip into some jammies, pour a stiff drink and binge-watch some Netflix with my wife. But in most cases, I get home and it’s mealtime, homework, showers, laundry and dishes… all between trying to accommodate either son when they’re asking to spend time with me and play in ways that my body tells me I have no rightful business playing. It sometimes makes for some hard feelings as my boys don’t have the age or maturity to understand that daddy doesn’t necessarily have the energy to keep up, although I sincerely wish I did. If I could bottle whatever gives Nathan his endless reserves of energy, much like Frank’s Red Hot Sauce, i’d put that shit on everything!

Sharing presents a significant challenge as well. Not because the boys aren’t learning about the use and importance of sharing but mostly because I often find myself in a situation where I suffer a low and have to try and explain to either child that no, daddy can’t share his jellybeans because he needs them to stay alive. Over the years, I’ve trained Nathan to understand that he needs to be careful around my insulin pump and CGM so that he doesn’t accidentally yank something out while we play. Alexander is slowly starting to get it, pointing and saying “ow” whenever my pump parts are exposed.

Given that Alexander was born after I had reached my 40’s, this phenomenon has become more pronounced. Although I make efforts to spend time playing with either and/or both sons and doing activities with them, I usually opt for independent forms of entertainment , such as bringing them to outdoor parks or indoor play structures where they can socialize and play with other children their age while their aging daddy sits comfortably on a bench and watches.

Being several years older than many of my counterparts, a more traditional approach t life would have seen my children reaching their teen years by now. This would allow for a significantly different type of relationship that would better accommodate the added years I have. It would also mean that the frequent lack of energy and motivation that fluctuating blood sugars cause would be mitigated as well. But such was not my path. Luckily, I still find myself in situations where I can freely play with my children and not everyone has that benefit. I’m definitely blessed in that regard. I’m looking forward to the summer months where I can start playing with the boys in the back yard, tossing a ball around or dousing them with water guns.

By the time Nathan graduates from school, I’ll be in mid-50’s. Maintaining my health and keeping my energy levels up play a big part in how well I can participate and stay active with my children, which is why it’s SO important to exercise regularly, monitor blood sugars frequently and stay in regular contact with your health or medical practitioner for the things you can’t self-monitor or diagnose. Taking good care of yourself means being able to take care of those who mean most to you. Even if this means sometimes disappointing one’s children by telling them that you need to rest and recover and can’t necessarily play. Take care of yourselves. ☯️

Hopping In To Help…

An interesting occurrence took place on Wednesday afternoon. It seems that a large crow took it upon itself to attack a rabbit and it’s two kittens (Yes, that’s what they are called! I checked!) It was loud and raucous enough that the rabbits thumped against the front of the house a couple of times and caught my wife’s attention. The end result was that one kitten was killed on my front lawn and the mother bolted and took off. The second kitten was found some time later, wedged beneath the wheel of our recycling bin. It didn’t happen that a rather large, fat orange cat reminiscent of Garfield, was floating around like a scavenger, looking to reap the benefits of the carnage.

I came home from work early that afternoon, and my wife was able to show me the remains of one of the kittens as well as the remaining kitten that I was able to confirm was still alive and trying to wedge itself as deeply beneath the wheel as possible. It was obviously frightened and possibly in distress, so I reached out to social media to seek assistance as to what I should do. I also contacted my City office to seek guidance as they might have access to animal control and humane society resources that I couldn’t easily access on my own.

Some people over social media were quite helpful and provided contacts for certain wildlife rescue and animal non-profits. Others, not so much. It was very reminiscent of how far we’ve fallen as a society, where people still find something negative to say even when the situation very clearly involves helping another fellow living creature. In fact, the vast majority of people who commented basically told me just to drop this poor, vulnerable thing back out in the open and come what may! Although it makes sense and I learned as a child that one should never interfere with the process of nature, this felt different.

I ended up helping the kitten get out from under the wheel of my recycling bin. I had a small, wide clear plastic box that I lined with a small dish towel, a small bowl of water and I even went to a local pet store for advice and bought a small bag of timothy hay for the little guy to snack on. The intention was to keep him protected until I got some constructive advice on how to proceed. That constructive advice wasn’t forthcoming, with even the animal advocate groups I had reached to, telling me to just put the kitten back out in my front yard where I found him. Unfortunately, I DIDN’T find him in my front yard and rescued him from his predicament.

One thing that was frustrating was how many people were trying to explain that the mother returns only twice a day to feed them and leaves them be, otherwise. I kept trying to explain and correct that the kitten wasn’t found hidden under a bush or in a den, waiting for momma to come back with food. This was an active situation where the momma and the babies were being attacked and killed. This changed the dynamic for me and I felt that since the mother had bolted, it may have changed it for her, as well.

The one wildlife rescue group I messaged, and obviously I won’t be naming any of these organizations because I’m not trying to shed negative light on them, basically told me to leave the kitten outside overnight and if it was still there and alive the following morning, that they’d consider picking him up. Given my personal beliefs, I feel that I have a significant respect for all life and I couldn’t bring myself to just drop this guy outside and go sleep in my warm, safe bed. I was taken aback with how little regard people had and how little they were concerned.

Hanging out in my garage with Fluffernut

When my 7-year old son realized there was a baby rabbit in the garage, the reaction was exactly what one would expect from a child. He was excited and fascinated and almost immediately started rationalizing why Fluffernut would make a wonderful pet. I had to explain in no uncertain terms that he was a wild rabbit and we couldn’t keep him and had to try and get him back to his mother. With no constructive information coming my way from any source and a lack of understanding otherwise, my wife and I agreed to bring him inside for the night, leave him in the makeshift bed we provided and see what the morning would bring.

While I was doing dishes in my kitchen, which overlooks our driveway and front yard, I suddenly noticed three large, adult rabbits sitting on my driveway. I was caught off guard as I’ve often noticed one rabbit at a time in our front yard but never sitting on our driveway and never in such high numbers. Were they looking for Fluffernut? Were all the heartless idiots online right and I should have left him outside? I retrieved Fluffernut and brought him outside. My plan was to put him under the base of our pine tree and let the rabbits retrieve him (if that was the goal).

As soon as I started trying to set him down, he started making panicked noises in my palm, which didn’t help with the heartbreak I felt at just ditching him outside. I begrudgingly left him in the shelter of my pine tree and retreated to the house. I prepared my children for bed, watch a bit of television with my wife and tried to make my peace with the chaotic and sometimes seemingly cruel nature of, well… nature! My wife and I eventually went to bed and the day had ended, rabbits and all.

I went outside almost immediately the next morning and noticed that Fluffernut was nowhere to be found beneath my tree. Although I’ll never know what actually happened, I like to think the mother came back and retrieved him. There are more lessons to learn about this whole scenario than I could possibly write in one post. But the most important to me, is that we’re all living in the same world. Although many would have argued that we should have just left all of this alone, being willing to allow a vulnerable creature to be killed or die needlessly, especially on my property, is what’s wrong with the world. Compassion, caring and the reduction of suffering could NEVER be a bad thing. I’ve unfortunately discovered that the majority of the population in my city haven’t learned that lesson. ☯️

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