Hey kids,
Maybe there’s a limit to what one person can do. A limit of how much sleep can be denied and how much fun one person can cram into a weekend.
I may have got close this past weekend.
Thanks babe
I suggest sometime you try to find that limit yourself.
I hope you only get close.
It leaves the door open to try harder the next time.
Post #50-7
Hey Kids,
There does come a time when you start to wonder if you’re being mocked.
But all in good fun.
I hope.
Post #50-6
Hey kids,
Tomorrow is the big day- the Barbeque party.
If as.many people show as had said they would, I’m floored.
I know the secret is to offer food, and I did, but still.
The fact that anyone would spend an afternoon with me because I’m getting old, err older touches me.
I need to go to bed now this afternoon because I work an overnight shift tonight and another tomorrow, but I lay my head down grateful for the knowledge that I have friends.
Even hungry friends.
Post 50-5
Hey kids,
Tomorrow, I’m fifty.
At forty, I mentioned that I was then half dead. At fifty, I don’t feel like that so much; instead, I feel like I’m at the beginning of the best decade ever.
I feel healthier, even if I might not be. I feel happier, even though I carry a huge sadness. I feel like I have ever bit as much energy since I was in my 20’s or 30’s. Yes, 50 is going to be good to me I think.
If for no other reason than I am going to make my 50’s good to me.
Punch the ticket, the ride is about to start.
Post #379
Hey Kids,
As I sit here in the tire center of the Super Store, enjoying my lunch amongst the stacks of tires and their promises of extended life and superior traction, a song plays.
It’s a popular song from a long ago Disney movie.
It conjures memories so strong that I can nearly taste them.
I remember watching the movie with little ones hanging on me.
The memory intensifies with the telling of it.
It pleases and it hurts.
It’s worth it tonight.
It’s always worth it.
I miss you but as the song playing states, you’ll be in my heart forever.
And always.
Post #366
Hey Kids,
I got some good editing done this morning during my lunch break. I’m afraid, however, that I will not make it tonight. I’m entering my 23rd hour awake since my 3 hour nap yesterday. The writing will have to wait to tomorrow. There are some days busier than others.
Normally, I would be worried that on the second day of the goal reset, I falter. But like I said, not all days are double shifts.
I failed to mention it earlier, but I had my first kidney stone last week. I don’t recommend it. And if you do try it, I then recommend morphine.
On the afternoon that I rushed to the ER, I still didn’t qualify for Top Medical Emergency for the day in the family. My mother was at the same time life-flighted due to heart complications.
What a week last week turned out to be!
My eyes are fighting to stay open. The blog is written and I’ll report more on the writing front tomorrow.
Post #356
Hey Kids,
What is the goal? Finish the latest book.
Is this the only goal? No, I wish to also replace the income of this overnight job.
What is the problem? Time.
As it is right now, I’m working 72 hours/week at the jobs. With travel and required lunches, that totals about 85 hours a week. That leaves me 83 left. If I sleep 4 hours each day, that would take off another 28 hours, leaving me 55. Within those 55, I need to make sure the sweetie feels loved, get some chores done, and pretend I’m part of the human race. I do think, however, that at least one hour can be devoted to writing activity and at least 30 minutes to the maintenance of this blog.
Why am I writing this down, I’m basically writing out loud. I’d love to have some outside pressure to keep me on track. Feel free to call me to task in the comments.
So this morning (2:45AM), this blog is written. One task for day #1 done. Later, I’ll find my hour and get some work done towards the finishing of Book 2.
Post #355
Hey Kids,
I’ve been thinking about you today.
I’ve been thinking how long it’s been since I saw you last.
I’ve been thinking how much I miss you.
I’ve been thinking how much I love you.
I’ve been thinking and it hurts.
But I refuse to stop thinking.
Post 341
Hey Kids,
Routine is something I have always struggled to achieve.
I’m not sure how people do it. From what time I sleep, go to work, or even eat; I’ve never had a routine.
I want one. At least a resemblance to one. Without it, my writing time has disappeared.
Now, to create something I cannot imagine, experienced, or even witnessed firsthand.
Go.
Post 335
Hey Kids,
30 years ago, between the dates of January 14th and 16th, I left the United States and ventured to Geneva Switzerland and ultimately into France. 
30 years ago I struggled with the french language, I struggled a little with the bizarre assignment of a 19 year old to preach the gospel, and yet had my entire life in front of me.
I’d spend the next two years living among the French people and learn their language. I’d learn it enough that even today, a French word can displace an English word from memory when I least expect it.
30 years ago, the world became a little smaller place and possible to conquer in the immense time I expected life to give me. I was an American abroad. I walked with a Reagan swagger. Contrary to the reported politics of the day, I was welcomed into more French homes as an American than one was was lead to believe.
Kids on the street would ask if we knew the popular celebrities they saw on American TV shows and movies. When they learned I also hailed from California, and even larger excitement an hope would emerge. It was fun. It made me believe I was special and that the world was at my command.
Then life happened.
Other than a short business trip to Quebec, I have yet to leave the country again. I don’t and never did know any celebrities.
So did any of that stuff 30 years ago matter?
I pursued some endeavors but I could’ve done it with more hunger and assertiveness. I could have stayed up on my French better. I might have even gone back to France. But I did none of these things. And now there is no way to reverse that time.
Spilled milk I say.
Looking back to the events, feelings, and memories 30 years ago I can take away one thing: I did it then. I actually went to France. I learned and spoke a foreign language. I could do it, and many other things again. And I can do new and equally exciting things too.
I can finish another book or 100. I write blog posts and articles. I can be my own celebrity. People already ask me to sign my books they buy. And the world is excatly the same size today than it was 30 years ago.
Nothing has changed bit my own perspective.
There was no special magic 30 years ago.I just pursued my dream at the time. I can do that now.
Day #326
Mike M Jensen 