Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

Faith

I live in faith
our Universe
Moves in compassion
In meaningful directions

Such a strange Christmas.  As I suffered the pangs of separation from my kids, they suffered from the idiocy of their mother.  Anger, frustration, disappointment and outbursts became their celebration.  What a piece of work is my eX.

When I picked up the kids, they were semi-hysterical.  It took most of the day to calm them down.  Tess left on her ski trip that evening, visibly dreading spending more time with the madness of eX and company.  I have no doubt she would have stayed with us, had that been a viable alternative for her.

We have not celebrated Christmas yet.  I want the kids to understand that Christmas is not about a specific day or a treasure chest.  Christmas is not about traditions.  Christmas, perhaps, is a little bit more.

Tess returns today.  We will begin our holiday celebration  in earnest when she gets home. 

The boys have been engaged in a nearly endless City-of-Villains-fest.  Greg asked me if it was true that brain cells die when we play computer games.  Quite the contrary, I retorted.  Computer games are more educational than school.  The leaders on our horizon will be selected from the youth who play these games.  If you expect your children to thrive, encourage them to play.  Clinging to the stone age will develop more stone-age children.

We'll have a gay old time.

Adapt or Die.  People who cling to the past are already dead.

Onward and Upward!

M

posted by: Malinov at 07:33 | link | comments (2) |

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#1  07 January 2006 - 23:17

 

You know, I love it when you say "onward and upward." It motivates me....

Thanks!

solyluna

#2  11 January 2006 - 10:58

 

I kipped it from the next to last (translated) line of Goethe's Faust

M

Malinov

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