The Morning Chalkboard Weekend Edition is closing out May and stepping into June
I need to tread lightly this morning as I ride a sudden wave of bitterness. I’ll just say it: things don’t always work out the way you plan. And once again, the same scoundrel threw a wrench into the works.
I can’t bet on whether The Morning Chalkboard will ever become a book, but I’m pretty sure the three Shepkids will get together after I vault into eternity and read through these entries.
Most of the time, they’ll see my big ass taking the high road. Other times, they'll feel the sting of what was lost in their parents’ divorce.
Ah, fuck it.
I missed the rugby match that I was looking forward to since the schedule dropped earlier this year.
Instead, I ended up on the couch watching the game with Hazel. She got a little squeamish when a guy named “The Butcher” scored off the tail end of a maul. The camera caught the ball hitting the ground and then someone landing square on The Butcher’s head.
Waking up to social media flooded with tailgate and game-day photos this morning stung. Would’ve been better not seeing what I missed.
Ah, fuck it.
Life goes on. Now I get to flip pancakes and hand Fritz the Sunday funnies. George gets extra time with his younger siblings and Hazel can sharpen that side eye of hers.
Every time I do something embarrassing or cringey, she shoots me a side eye or she calls it out, “Side eye, Dad!”
Here I am again, asking for prayers for the Shepkids’ mother. She is racking up more ICU frequent flyer miles. I’m not sure the doctors at La Grange Hospital can help someone who doesn’t want to help herself.
Like the quote from Saturday’s Chalkboard says.... just keep rowing.
And as for Sunday’s quote, I’ll take a comedy over a tragedy any day. I’ve been lucky to live more Midsummer Night’s Dream, Twelfth Night, and Much Ado About Nothing...
…and less Hamlet, Othello, King Lear, and Macbeth.
It’s the first day of June, and it’s Funday Sunday.
I will wait patiently for the test results that’ll tell me if my routine stays off-track into Monday.
I bought some Guinness Zero for yesterday’s tailgate. Might crack one open this morning while flipping Mickey Mouse pancakes. The non-alcoholic beer game has stepped up. It has come a long way since Uncle Jim drank O'Doul's during Lent.
Let’s kick off the new month with astonishment...
...fill it with music, laughter, long kisses, good food, and maybe a little skinny dipping.
