I find my thoughts going back to the summer...and on the drive home the other night, the first cold evening, the air was crisp and the moon a crescent and the stars shining brightly...as if it were summer again at 1:30am in the pool with Steve...the only time we found ourselves sharing a conscious space.
Work has picked up for me again. The balance of Freddy and trying to focus on this project is proving difficult. Basketball almost daily, maths tutor, school, looking at high schools, workouts...and then in the inbetween hours learning about the business processes, building an image in my head and then laying it to paper. Odd to put yourself in time constraints...to shut-off the ideas, to shutdown when all of you wants to maintain the stream that currently has one;s attention.... But it wouldnt be fair to Frederick--divided attention makes for poor parenting.
Time to head out...get home...read...get up at 5:40 head to shooting workout with Frederick...watch his shooting, make mental notes grasp what percentage of his shots are made...were the mechanics good...is his mind at ease...head home, clean-up, have him eat, make his lunch and get him to school...get to work...draw maps in my head...attend meetings...pick-up Frederick....
Seems static...yet it evolves in it's own little way...a bit older, stronger, wiser, bolder...a life.