1st November Weekend

I’m resisting the early Christmas push and still enjoying the best season of the year here in New England, late autumn. Halloween has just passed, the heat is officially turned on and the foliage has shifted from the early maple tree brilliance to the more muted oaks, and this first weekend of November has been a pretty busy one.

First up was our third trip to see Emily’s favorite band, NEEDTOBREATHE on Friday night. They are touring with three other bands so the whole show clocks in at better than four hours. I have to admit, they are pretty amazing live, and the venue- Boston University at the Agganis Area- was by far our favorite. Great seats, great performance, great time.


Next up was a pretty full Saturday: books, baking and Dr. Strange. My 10 year old has finally convinced me to try reading a graphic novel. My choice was Neil Gaiman’s Sandman, Volume 1. While at the library I also saw this old Monopoly of my home town. I recognize a few of the locations but not enough to figure out the year. Pretty cool nonetheless.


Then it was time to bake some pumpkin bread. I’m claiming this is my way of celebrating Bonfire night in solidarity with my English forebearers. Really, I just like all things pumpkin.


To round out the day we all went to see Dr. Strange. The verdict was unanimous. We all felt this was probably the best origin story in the Marvel Universe so far. Two big thumbs up.


Then on Sunday Scott and I finally got back out onto the course for a round of disc golf. It was cold and windy, but it felt great to get out there again. Probably our best round of the year too.




Sleepy Hollow

Went to a live action retelling of Sleepy Hollow at Old Sturbridge Village last night. This is one of my all time favorite stories and getting to see the narrative play out over a variety of settings as we wandered through the grounds was pretty cool. One of the best parts was the intermission, where the crowd basically joined the play. There was a party at Katrina Van-tassel’s. Beer was served, music was played, and the actors all stayed in character as we all just hung out. Unfortunately  my camera is horrible at night so the pictures are not much to write home about. Oh well.



What is it like when many things that were once solid parts of your identity are ripped away? It’s jarring, disillusioning, and….exciting?

I used to call myself a runner. Age, injury and changing priorities has slowly chipped away at that self-chosen designation.

I used to call myself a conservative Christian. Experiences, in and out of the church, and study has been slowly eroding this concept of self for a while, but it has recently come to something of a head and I can no longer claim this as my tribe.

I have voted Republican ever since I was 20. I have given my votes, time and money to the cause. Over the past few years I have felt a lot of my positions shifting. But Donald Trump, and the party’s reaction to him, has pushed me past the point of no return and robbed me of my political identity.

The fact that all three of these things have happened pretty much simultaneously has left me a bit unmoored. However, even though it has been disruptive, it is not an altogether horrible feeling. It’s a little exciting; it’s a time of reinvention. I honestly can’t say what comes next, but I’m curious.

Seasons Turn


The above shot of Fort Meadow is probably the last I’ll get before the leaves start turning, and as the summer slowly decays into autumn I am left feeling a bit introspective. You see it isn’t just the weather that is changing; it seems as though my whole family is going through it’s own seasonal shift.

My oldest is now in high school. My youngest has just started middle school. My wife is off on new adventures of her own after finishing up 10+ years of homeschooling. And things are changing for me too. My hobby business has turned into a full-fledged career of its own, with all of the rewards and responsibilities that that entails. I also just recently turned 44, and if I am not on the downward slope of the proverbial hill, then I am at least at its crest.

But autumn is my favorite season and change brings new opportunities, so I am feeling both grateful and hopeful on all accounts. I think if 44-me could tell 24-me that this is what the top of the hill would look like, 24-me would be pretty excited. Here’s to new seasons.

On to the next.