#nlgs18: Recharge, ramp up, repeat.

I had an idea, then, no.

What if I got up at 5 on Saturday and installed V’s new stereo, then skipped the pool party in order to get a solid four to six hours in on #nlgs18?

Well, Shannon had bought a LOT of food, and Chef and Angie were going, and damn. It’s been a while since I’ve been in a legit swimming pool. Phoenix summers are brutal without one.

I got the stereo installed. Went the twisty-tape route because it doesn’t really matter at this level. And it was nice to be out front, working on a car project while the neighborhood was quiet.

Rod, the local tomcat, reappeared for the first time in a couple weeks. Followed by his daughter. Followed by four of her daughters, each no more than six inches long.

The install was a complete success. The Juke has never sounded so good. The factory deck made little use of the $500 in Kenwood and JL components I’d installed last year for V. This thing shakes all the mirrors.

And then we went to Shannon’s for the pool party. We spent the day.

It was nice to fall into bed around 9PM and know I’d be getting at least seven hours of sleep.

Recharged. Ramp up. Repeat.

Living the dream

I don’t know how else to put this one.

[ EDIT: This one missed the schedule. Was supposed to go out back on the 24th. ]

The other night, I dreamt I was back on Kauai. We were in a large clearing in the foothills, overlooking the ocean. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining. There was a gentle, cooling breeze. And the air had that sweet, stickiness to it that reminds every pore you’re in paradise.

And Josh and I were desperately trying to get Fezzik back together in time for me to pick up V and get us to the airport for our flight home. Unfortunately, the flight was leaving in less than an hour and there was no way we would make it in time.

It was so absurd—and funny—I had to share.

Becoming self-aware?

Mindfulness without meditation?

I’ve had a couple experiences in the last month that suggest I’m actually getting my shit together. These are obviously the result of increased mindfulness on my part—paying attention to my thoughts in the moment. And yet, my daily meditation practice would be best described as “anything but.”

It shows up simply enough, most often when I least expect it, too.

I’ll be fuming mad about something and think, “I *want* to be angry right now. Just a few more minutes.” And then I get back to living.

Most recently, I found myself standing on the side the interstate in the middle of nowhere. The sun was setting, and my weekend camping plans were canceled because the new engine we’d installed just five days prior had apparently blown a seal. I found myself with the usual doubts.

“This is it. I’m done with cars.”

“If I’m not interested in cars anymore, that’s probably the end of GBXM, too.”

“WTF am I going to do, then? WTF am going to do now?”

“This stupid hobby is as damaging as it is beneficial.”

The weekend prior, when we built and installed that engine, SNAFUs like this pushed our timeline into almost triple overtime. It was awful. But I wasn’t the least bit upset. I saw the disappointments, but I simply chose to focus on solutions over sadness.

And here I was, stranded on the side of the road, contemplating the end of perhaps the most significant aspect of my life beyond my immediate family—and I was evaluating the situation dispassionately.

“We’ll get it to the shop in the morning, pull the engine, replace the rear main seal, and this will all be done and behind me within 24 hours.”

At 1AM, adding a gallon of oil to Fezzik under the streetlight after the tow truck finally dropped me off, “Ugh. I am so tired. This is bullshit, but we’ll fix it tomorrow. It’s gonna suck, doing this all over again out in the sun this time, especially on less than five hours’ sleep—but we’ll get it done and I’ll be home in time for dinner.”

I was home by 3PM.

And since I didn’t make the camping trip, I actually felt like I had an extra day that weekend.

Not bad.

Not sure what all this means, but whatever it is, I like it.