My Lucid Reality

It’s hard to believe that in not much longer this blog will have been up for a whole year.  I know this because I have recently received a notice from my web host letting me know that all good things must either come to an end or evolve.

My Lucid Reality has come full circle from when I began, I feel that my time here has been well spent and I enjoyed every written moment of it.  I have to say that word press is an ideal format for capturing your blog and it’s only evolved since I first set this thing up.  I have enjoyed every reader that I have had and hope that they can take some of this with them.  My writing will not end with the loss of mylucidreality, there is more to write… and it’s time for me to evolve.

I am leaving behind mylucidreality and taking my writings with me to blogger.com I find their terms of service acceptable, and the price is right.  You can follow me at http://www.somethingundone.com/ because I hate to leave something undone.

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Occasionally I like to look at bad poetry, it takes on many forms and we’ve often come to know and love it.   This week I want to take a moment to recognise Fathers with a mangled tribute.

There is a big difference between being a Father and Fathering a child and with that in mind I have written a poem.

A Father Is:

A Father is someone who shows you the way,

A Father is strong

and sometimes he’s tough

A Father knows best when enough is enough,

A Father is someone who helps you along,

A voice full of wisdom,

and a life worthy of song.

My Father is someone who has always been there in my moments of need.  I think of how as a child who had a nightmare I felt safe going to his bed side and now that I’m an adult when I feel overwhelmed he is someone I can call and he will set me back on the path.  If I were to highlight my favorite characteristics that he has and that I hope I got from him they would be:

1. He’s a hard worker.

2. He is noble.

3. He has an unquenchable love of knowledge.

4. He’s Good.

5. He never gives up.

Growing up I was blessed to spend hours working beside him, I learned about work, I learned a trade, but best of all I learned from his example on what it means to be a hero.

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I’m not going to promise that this is my last Tucson post, but I do not have any more planned.  The trip to get here was a hair raising time that taught me a lot about myself, patience, and enforced the concept that I am the one who decides who the events around me make me feel.  I’m very grateful to be done, I’m very happy to have that experience over with and I think next time I have to make a move I’m going to hire official movers who can take the stress and worry completely off of my shoulders. (Yes, I’m already saving up for it.)

The first moments in Tucson were spent on the evening of the first day, I was relieved that we had made it, the truck was a serious pain to drive and offered the lowest legally allowable maneuverability and with a car dolly on the back I couldn’t even back up without a major hastle… so with that in mind the first evening gave me little if any time to notice Tucson.  The second day here I spent the day unloading the moving truck and had the following observations:

• Tucson is not as hot as Phoenix – It has a breeze here.
• The sun here is very capable of burning me. (I burn easy so it’s not a surprise) – I got a pretty severe sunburn while unloading the truck.
• Tucson is similar to Salem, but here people can afford to put bars on their windows.
• Tucson is a place.

Just my first observations, I’m trying to keep an impartial view of it in order to give it a fair shot… I’m going to be here a long time and know what it’s like to be jaded against the place where I live.  I’m glad this is a larger city, it means more choices on where to shop, where to eat, and what to do.  We drove around the future schools and were impressed.  There are some very nice parts of town and there are some very scary parts of town, fortunately I live in a secluded corner of a nice part of town.

All of this adventure has taught me something about myself:  I don’t love unpacking, but I do enjoy adventure and new places to explore.

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It’s surreal to watch the desert landscape and remember that I’ve been here before. There is a familiarity to the desolation and that is somewhat comforting. As the miles roll beneath me I contemplate my return. Last time I saw the lights of Phoenix it was as an endentured slave of the military and now I see it with the eyes of a free man.
The last leg of the drive was uneventful, we drove into the night and felt the relief of a journey ended. Tucson is as foreign to me now that I am here as it ever was on a map and I feel the earth spin as I grasp for my bearings. I love that “new life smell” and anticipate a very air conditioned summer.

Day two involved a lot of learning. I learned that a fully loaded budget moving truck will go 383 miles with a full tank of gas and it will go 384 miles with a full tank of gas, but it will not go 385 miles on a full tank of gas. I also learned that my fuel gauge can go from 1/4 full to completely empty in a matter of seconds and that Budget expects you to cover roadside assistance no matter the condition of the fuel guage.
It was a late night but today holds promise.
(by the way, I-5 is long and desolate and dark at night and if you breakdown on some stretches help will take about three hours to get to you.)