The Adventures of Captain Imperfecto

You are here: Home » Life Unfiltered  Nico, Christopher and baby Blake enjoying the water 3 days before Hurricane Dorian was suppose to hit. August 30, 2019. *This blog was written in a few hours. It started with a thought on the long drive home from work. August 31, 2019 We walk together on the trail along the shores of our favorite lake.  It's a beautiful day.  The sky is a true blue. The sun glistens off the water, casting a shimmering light off her hazel eyes.  The sight of her always makes my day truer than this moment.  This is our life unfiltered and without social media posts.  You can have your Instagram fallacy. Holding her hand in my hand isn't enough. Delving into her mind doesn't bring her close enough to my soul. Inhaling the same air as she encapsulates me. Does she realize how much I need her? I don't give in to my feelings very often. I'm not much into vulnerability. I'd rather make up an excuse for the tears in my eyes rathe...

August 31, 2019 Personal note:  It is time to move forward.  I love writing and will continue to do so however, it is time to blog about life, journeys, discoveries and my short stories.  My life isn't about blogging about my life recovering from the loss my wife and kids.  My blog is about life's stories or whatever thought comes my way. I will always be Captain Imperefecto because I lead an imperfect life.  I want my stories to be different and fun.  I hope you will all choose to come with my down my new direction.  Thanks! © copyright 2019 Captain Imperfecto, LLC. All rights reserved.     https://twitter.com/FusaCmee

You are here: Home » Music that Follows the Path of Least Resistance Christopher (left) and Nico looking to spend money at Game Stop. (July 19, 2019) July 31, 2019 Listening to music that was a soundtrack to some of the moments of my youth means more to me now that I’m older than what the songs did for me back in my youth. This is ironic since music usually shapes your life into who you are today. I am always searching for a song that will take my stress down the path of the least resistance.     My mixed tape of music taste reminded me of a rebellious past. Still, the music is a reminder of events and places. For instance, if you have been to Rome and the sense of smell reminds you of the fine foods on an evening stroll past the Fountain Trevi.    I don’t think many people would hear Rockwell’s song, Someone’s Watching Me, and think, “Yes, big on my memory list.”  But for me, it was the song I sang in the top bunk of my bed durin...

You are here: Home » Worthy of Her Love The family enjoying a lazy Saturday morning in bed. May 25, 2019 June 25, 2019 I have never thought a woman could love me as deeply as I have loved a woman. But that's how deeply my woman loves me. But how could this be? I'm told I'm a good man. Good heart. I am a great father who adores his kids and a man who is an excellent provider to his family. But why do I feel perplexed? Whether I'm driving in my car, stopped at a red light, or simply on a long walk. I'll take a moment and reflect on my situation. I tend to overanalyze why I can be so tricky when showered with attention from my love. Or when she affectionately cuddles up to me, I think, at times, I'm not worthy of her love. She should be present more often to see this smile when I think of her. How happy she would be to be included in my vulnerable moments. And it seems, no matter how often I tell myself, I still don't heed my advice to allow her t...

You are here: Home » Tiny Packages Christopher, Blake and Nico, April 13, 2019 photo shoot. April 28, 2019 I'm a dad again. My 2 other boys were born 10 years ago, so I don't recall if I'm doing fatherhood differently in these early stages of my newest son's young life. These tiny packages are so fragile. The thought of Nico and Christopher being the size of Blake amazes me. Both those boys are in the full swing of youth. Their legs are getting longer. The feet are bigger. Arms are stretching. And they throw each other around as if they are constantly on a trampoline. But this new tiny package can fit in a shoe box. His hands are dwarfed by the size of my hands. My fingers clumsily play with his fingers. His feet disappear in my palms. His heart is housed in that tiny chest. And every time it beats, I fall in love repeatedly. I'm 6 foot 3 inches tall. I imagine him reaching beyond my height. He is a size that will move the air with his long gait. But thi...

You are here: Home » Jack's Shadow, redux Christopher with Nico on Nico's 11 birthday! February 28, 2019 Can be intense.  A long read. I wrote this a few years back however, now it is updated and revamped into a new story.  There is 2 other parts but I will see the response from this one before I release the others  - cpf 3,147 words March 1, 2019 The sterile hallway reaches end-to-end, which must be 200 feet. Every 8 feet, there's an iron door. Each door is fortified to hold back a hideous,sick-minded,d or evil person. The facility isn't something you can Google. Other than the locals who are hired to run the place, not many people realize the heinous and brutal death that has occurred by some of those locked in those rooms outside this town of 5,000 souls. "This door," she said, pointing over her left shoulder," is where we keep Jack." A woman said to a group huddled in the hallway just outside the door of the evil that dwelle...

You are here: Home » Beinvenido Blake! Nico, Christopher and baby Blake in the hospital room.  February 11, 2019. February 28, 2019 My new son was born a couple of weeks ago. I wasn't sure if I wanted kids since I was already a father of 2 young boys , but the  moment the newest addition to our family was born, I felt proud to know how lucky to be able to welcome another child into this world.  However, he was born a month early, so that was a big surprise. That Saturday morning, my wife woke me up and told me she thought she had peed on the bed.  "Ugh, it's so early. 5:30 A.M., to be exact. Let's just swap places, or better yet, I'll go to the couch, and we will worry about this in a few hours." My wife told me she was up and couldn't fall back to sleep.  When I got up 3 hours later, she informed me that her water may have broken because she had continued leaking like a faucet.  We examined the bed sheets and looked...