a bit. well, more than a bit, but not as much as some fellow travellers that i meet on my journeys.

sitting on a short hop (1 hour) flight this morning from Poland to Denmark, i was thinking about my mom and dad.

also, sitting here in the lounge in Copenhagen, not my most favourite, not the worst though, i again have to state that backpacks are the fucking worst things ever. not their fault, just the fucking morons that wear them and have no idea that they are taking up more space than they should, or bumping into people. once again proving that we, humanity, suck.

anyhow, early hours musings about my parents.

i spent the week with my son, being a Dad. a great week for both of us to honest. my son is such a great kid, but as i said to his mother, i know why you drink. LOL.

but in all honesty, this past week was quite amazing.

before i go on though, a friend lost her father this week, way too young at 63, and my condolences go out to her and her family. he was only 2 years older than i am right now, so way too young to go.

she will get through it though, as she is stronger than she thinks.

back though, to my parents. it’s been a year and a bit since i lost my mom. no, since we all lost my mom. and six months since i lost my father. i say i, because well, i am, along with my son, the remaining male members of our family. my brother is no longer my family. harsh words yes, and bad karma on me i am sure, but he is a fucking asshole, and not worth my thoughts, my love, or any airtime whatsoever. that goes for his wife, and his dog for that matter.

i miss my mom. she was a lot stronger than she thought. she kept our family together, as best as she could, and that, given the personalities involved.

my interactions with her over the last few years of her life were limited given the fact that she was bedridden and spent most, a lot of her time, sleeping. and i was only there for a week at a time, so it made it not hard, but less easy to have the relationship with her as i did with my father. doesn’t make the time i spent there though, with her, less meaningful, because i was given the privilege of being able to see my mom over the last year and a half of her life. so, powers that be, thank you for giving me that gift.

and as a note, listening to BB King right now, with Susan Tedeschi, singing ‘You are my Sunshine’ and my thoughts turn to my mom, who used to sing that to me as a child. tears folks, tears indeed. I miss you mom. Rest in Peace, and don’t let Dad piss you off too much. LOL

and now, musings turn towards my father. why? because as i mentioned earlier, i got to be a Dad, a single parent, this week. and you know what? i think i did ok. i did parent teacher meetings, i got my son up and ready for school. i made his lunch, i did laundry, i cooked. and we had a blast.

i am not a typical parent. don’t really consider myself a parent really. just the guy who pays the bills for the most part, but i really think i did ok.

anyhow, my father and i, had a complicated relationship. not overly loving at times, pretty contentious for a great deal of the time, but in his last years, while there were outbursts and flare ups, two days in February of ’22 come to mind, we became better friends, even sliding towards father and son.

like this past week with my son, who, by the way, has an opinion, ON EVERYTHING, by the way, my father who was opinionated as well, we had conversations that ranged from what was going on in the world, (he fussed about the length of women’s hair for some strange reason) to sports, to no trusting my brother (good reasons for that indeed) to travel.

i miss my father. more than i think i am willing to admit, and at times will look at my phone, almost willing it to ring.

you don’t know what you’ve got until its gone. true that, true bloody that.

rest in peace Dad. i love you, and miss you more than you know.

thanks for teaching me more than you think i learned, and hopefully i was able to give my son, some of what you gave me.

with my love, always,

amused? baffled? amazed? at how people dress these days.

walking around the streets, people in slippers, pajamas, and myriad versions of those stupid UGG things, which by the by, my mother brought me back a pair of 40, yes, 40, actually more than 40 years ago. and those stupid fucking Blundstones. Worst fucking footwear ever, imho. LOL

But today, I speak not of the street, but of the airport, and in specific airport lounges.

Why do people, parents, allow their children to come in to a lounge wearing their nightwear? And why, I ask you, do grown men insist on wearing fucking baseball hats on their heads? And backwards at that?

Yes, guilty of walking in here, and trust me, I fly a lot so I do have some empirical data to draw on, with a hoodie on. I fly first flight usually, so at 4am you throw on what you see first. But, of late, and thank you to my stylist DB and others, SVS as well, I have taken to wearing a jacket when I travel. Just feels right, you know? And also thank you to Stanley Tucci for this as well.

Anyhow, people have no sense of decorum anymore. When did we, as a society give up on actually looking like we belong in the public? And while I am on the subject, can we put a rule in to stop people from walking around with their eyes glued to their fucking phones?

Tried recently to walk away from this life, and if I didn’t have boy, no one, and I mean no one would see me again.

People say sorry. People say a lot of things. And yet people keep asking, hinting, walking around a subject.

One thing that outlook does not have, that gmail does, is a block feature. Oh were it so.

But back to the way people dress. It’s shameful to be honest. Here we are, claiming that we are better than the animals, or people in other countries perhaps less fortunate than we are, and yet we dress like we just woke up.

And, speaker phones. Fuck me sideways Bob. People walk around talking into their phones, like there isn’t anyone else near them. Fucking idiot woman did on the elevator yesterday. Like we need to hear your conversation you fucking ignorant cunt. Put the fucking phone to your ear, or hey, here’s an idea. Call your equally idiotic and ignorant contact back when you are home.

I fear for our society. We fucking suck.

/end rant

Peace.

Bob.