Am I Going Blind?

Focused. That’s what I’m going with.

Now before you form your own opinion as to the content of this post after reading the title, let me back up… I think this post needs a little back story. The location of the new house is in a section of the city that has me take the back roads to work rather than the expressway. I like it. The drive is peaceful. Passing farms with grazing goats and rolling acres of corn, and I get lost in thought while enjoying a lifestyle reminiscent of a simpler time. It’s a solid half hour drive. I rarely see traffic, and the trek is easy to navigate. The only downside is the wretched horse/goat/farm smell if I get stuck at a certain light. Okay back to the post.

Focused. That’s what I’m going with. I missed my turn while going to work this week. Which really is not that big of a deal. It turned my half our drive into 45. I did have to drive through Fairport. Endure the railroad tracks and the lift bridge over the canal. All of this could have been avoided if I had not missed my turn. Like I said, it’s really not a big deal except for one thing. It’s how I missed my turn which has me so concerned. I don’t remember anything at all of the drive up to Fairport. All of a sudden it was BOOM, I am there. Saying “Shit! When did I miss my turn.” Seriously do not remember the drive up to that point at all. It was like I was driving blind for 6 miles. Now my eyes were not closed. I was just on auto pilot for a bit while i thought of “my things to do for the day” i guess.

So, what does this mean? I am a super hero with a robotic brain that allows me to function at a higher level without the use of my eyes? Or I have too much going on, and I should not get lost in thought while driving since it most likely leads to a car accident. (Yes, the second option is a bit more plausible.)

Or maybe I am just focused. Yeah, that’s what I’m going with.

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The Trees

Outside of the StormFrog offices there are trees that line the very long driveway connecting Main Street Fishers and the parking lot. These trees over the last three months have been trimmed by one man who looks to be in his 60’s. He trims one tree per day. I never really figured out the pattern of when he is there, but I suspect it’s dependent on the weather. I’ve got to say it has been enlightening to watch him work. He slowly works around each tree, trimming the low branches. Using his ladder to get the ones out of his reach. He would methodically break them the branches and places them in the bed of his truck. This has been a clinic in patience. He stops at one tree. He doesn’t over do it. Doesn’t take on more than his truck can hold. After three months he has a few more trees to trim, and the ones he has trimmed look fantastic.

Even though I’ve never spoken to him, I get the message he is telling me loud and clear.

Spiderman vs Batman

Sometimes the conversations my kids have really make me laugh. Case and point was last Saturday. Aaron was jumping around the house acting like Spiderman. Slinging imaginary webs from couch to couch, from couch to table, table to wall and wall to his brother… then tackle… then wrestle… then repeat.

This sparked a conversation between Joey and Aaron that posed the question of who would win in a fight between Spiderman and Batman. Aaron claims that Spiderman would be easier to kill than Batman. Since Batman has all the toys. (not sure why he was not pretending to be Batman instead of Spiderman) Joey claims that the argument was pointless because any superhero is easy to kill except for Superman.

The converastion went something like this…

Joey said “Aaron Batman is just a guy. He has no powers and his batarangs run out. Let’s say he’s fighting the Joker at the Mall…

I interrupted, “Wait, Joey why is the Joker hanging out at the Mall? Is he robbing Banana Republic, or Payless Shoes?” “No Dad, he’s not robbing Payless, he’s robbiing another store…”

“Like the pretzel shop or Victoria Secret?”

“No Dad… Okay, he’s not at the Mall, he’s at the bank”

“Ok, that’s better, the bank makes sense.”

Joey went on to say to Aaron, “He throws all three of his batarangs at the Joker, and he misses. Then he has nothing. Spiderman just makes more webs, and can scale walls. You see Aaron, Batman is just a guy with no powers and Spiderman has powers that help him, but really they both won’t survive a bullet to the head. No hero would except for Superman.”

Aaron rebuked, “No Batman can dodge them.”

“You can’t dodge a bullet to the head. Aaron tell me a superhero and I will tell you how easy it would be to kill them.”

Aaron, “Robin.”

Joey, “Bullet to the head”

Aaron, “Captain America.”

Joey, “Bullet to the head”

Aaron, “Green Lantern”

Joey, “Bullet to the head”

After a couple more Joey felt he made his point and I was laughing. A.J. shrugged his shoulders and left the room saying “Eh, Batman would still beat Spiderman.”

Joey chased him… and I am pretty sure Aaron flung some Spidey webs to fight Joey off before he got tackled.

The Bedtime Routine

School starts on Wednesday and with it comes bed times, early mornings and mass chaos before the bus clicks on the red lights and slowly comes to complete rest at the new stop. What also comes is an opportunity again to reacquaint the Mayernik household with some normal routines. For me, it’s getting to tuck the kids in at night. With Summer vacation and the house renovations in the mix, normal routines have been smashed into small pieces. Some normalcy would be welcomed in my head right about now.

Nightime rituals have changed over the years from childhood stories, to reading books, bathtime, and heart to heart talks. One thing that has not changed are the prayers and what my kids call the “God Song”. It’s a song by Michael Card titled God’s Own Fool. When my oldest son Joey was a small toddler I got in the habit of singing this song to him after prayers. Naturally, I also sang, and still sing, to Rebekah and Aaron. It has evolved into a nice tradition that I look forward to when I tuck them in. Now at the ages they are at they know the words. They sing along and it makes them smile which in turn makes me smile. The message of the song is clear: Follow God’s own fool.

Most of Michael Card’s songs are a bit preachy for me and they don’t really find their way from the ipod catalog to the earphones, but this one I find to be particularly good. It has a bit of humor disguised in an otherwise preachy message. And that I appreciate. With Joey going into High School this year he has graduated past me sitting by his bed side at night saying prayers and singing the song. He says prayers on his own now. Maybe he sings the song in his head, maybe not. But I am sure it crosses his mind, and I hope when they are blessed with children. they sing the song too when bedtime calls.

The added layer here is that for their First Communion I sang this song for each of them during their services. It was a nice exclamation point to years worth of singing for, and with them. I’m glad I started singing this song so many years ago. I don’t know why or how it started, I’m just glad it did.

In a flash Joey is starting High School. In a flash Rebekah is 5 foot 1. In a flash Aaron is 9. Where has the time gone? I shake my head sometimes at the humor of it all. The first day.. three new schools, new friends, new bus stops, new home… and thankfully holding on to some old favorite routines.

Here are the Lyics to the song in case you are interested:

Gods Own Fool by Michael Card

Seems I’ve imagined Him all of my life
As the wisest of all of mankind
But if God’s Holy wisdom is foolish to man
He must have seemed out of His mind
Even His family said He was mad
And the priest said a demon’s to blame
But, God in the form of this angry young man
Could not have seemed perfectly sane

We in our foolishness thought we were wise
He played the fool and He opened our eyes
We in our weakness believed we were strong
He became helpless to show we were wrong
So we follow God’s own Fool
For only the foolish can tell
Believe the unbelievable, come be a fool as well

So come lose your life for a carpenter’s son
For a madman who died for a dream
And You’ll have the faith His first followers had
And you’ll feel the weight of the beam
So surrender the hunger to say you must know
Find the courage to say I believe
For the power of paradox opens your eyes
And blinds those who say they can see

We in our foolishness thought we were wise
He played the fool and He opened our eyes
We in our weakness believed we were strong
He became helpless to show we were wrong
So we follow God’s own Fool
For only the foolish can tell
Believe the unbelievable, come be a fool as well