ohhhh sausage meat
January 19, 2006Ruby Bay, New Zealand,
9:39am.
First up, Steph mentioned there was not any recent pictures of her on the blog, perhaps giving the illusion that somewhere along the way, she had ditched Hud and I and was off frolicking with some rough and tumble Kiwi bloke, steaming up some tent on a beach somewhere. Alas, to her dismay, she is not, she is here, being the housewife she never thought she could be.
Originally I was not going to say anything, mostly because I was afraid of the failure, but this morning, I weighed myself, and am the lightest I have been in at least 10 years, eclipsing my $1500 Dr. Bernstein experiment by one pound. I am not done either, wanting to lose at least twenty-five more pounds before May 1st, putting me at a weight I would be comfortable for the remainder of my life. Of course, talk is cheap and chips and dip are good so I will try to remain on course to squeeze myself into normal sized pants upon my return. Husky section be damned! Fuck you George Richards Big and Tall! Triple X will be for my porn collection not my casual shirt size!
But, I reiterate, talk is cheap and sausage meat is so tasty. Only time will tell.
A brief post because we are basically going through the motions before embarking on basically what are last real travel journey before coming home. We leave here in five days, spending one night in Blenheim with your favourite slow talker and mine, and his respective parents before getting back on the ferry to the North Island. After that it’s a night in Wellington, firming up our flight, then a night in Taupo at a homestay, allowing us another opportunity to socialize with people older than dirt. Then it’s two nights at Brendan and Sheridan’s, a family we really like from our time up in Whangamata, then two nights in Hokianga, which is north of Auckland before heading up to Takaurau Beach where we will spend February. The first two weeks in March are on Waiheke Island, where the whole NZ part of our trip started, where I first fell in love with the countryside, taking us full circle. An apt end to our journey.
I did attend Hud’s swim class again a couple of days ago. He is doing so well, although he sometimes does not listen to the instructor and has to be disciplined by putting his bum against the wall while the others do the fun stuff.
At one point I went over and tried to encourage him to listen and was scolded by Steph to not interfere. She was right. What this trip has done is made me so close to Hudson, that I have difficulty letting go, allowing him to be taught something by an adult other then Steph and I. Turning into a parent I always queered my eyes at in the past. It made me realize that while spending this much time with one child is great, both him and I will have detachment issues in the very near future. I can’t imagine not being there when he wakes up, where he is in true cuddle mode, where the first thing he wants to do is plaster his long body close to mine for a big hug, his wild blonde hair smelling of no tears shampoo and pool chlorine. I think I will weep like a widow the first morning I do not get that hug. What a privilege it is.
I will never take my love of my son for granted again.
Love to all,
J.
posted by Jason @ 2:06 PM
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