The Adventures of Captain Imperfecto : 2012-11-11

Friday, November 16, 2012

Cabin Fever

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Nico

November 16th, 2012

The flu is washing over my body, eroding away all the good health I have that has kept my body strong. I’ve been sick the whole month of November. My youngest son is the culprit who gave it to me in the beginning of this month as it continues to hammer away at me daily to the point where I gave it back to my son just recently.

I slept all last weekend which is a rarity since I try to pack the hours my boys and I have together full of fun stuff for them and I. Instead the 72 hours ended up being filled with about $200.00 worth of On Demand movies of cartoon pandas and wooden toys that we have seen over and over.

I lay flat on a perfectly soft and awesomely comfortable bed but the boys choose to lay on the bony parts of my knees and shins. So now the super comfortable comforter rises as high as my knees, so the boys can lay snuggling under them, while I am forced to make a make shift blanket from the laundry that I had intended to fold but is now resting on top of the bed.

I grab a several t-shirts and place them over my chest. I blindly reach over and grab a pair of blue jeans and rest them over my stomach. I fish for all clothes and hook a pair of socks and place them over my thighs. Okay a few pair of socks over my thighs. Until finally, I just grab a smorgasbord of clothing and litter it all over my body.

I laugh at them while they laugh at Kung Fu Panda. The boys continue to snicker at the same place at the same time on the same movie like a laugh track. The giggles fill the air and the sound is better then any sound you would hear at a laugh factory.

I hate to get up. I just want us all to get better. I can’t laugh or talk without coughing which obviously I have been failing at. It’s hard not to distrub them when my legs get numb or I have an itch I want to scratch, but can’t move because I don’t want to disturb the boys. So, I usually, softly, wedge my finger under their body to scratch my itch or flex my feet to stretch my tingling numbness until finally I have no choice but to move.

“It’s the weekend guys,” I say as I climb out of bed.

My cabin fever is already setting in to my anxiety filled body because I have an itch to go out, but I’m too numb with sickness to leave. My boys want to go on an adventure and would be ready to go in an instant but instead they remain in the comfort of the bed. I use better judgment and walk out to the living room and just stare outside like a prisoner longing to taste his freedom.

I turn around and stare at the inside of the house and decide to get my imagination going. So I grab a little bit of this and find a little bit of that. Tie this to that and weigh this down to whatever that is. I extend one end to the other and hang it on that, while I close one end in the bathroom door and drape another end over a chair. Finally it looks like something that resembles something in my mind.

I walk in the bedroom and shake and rattle the boys. They laugh in excitement and begin to chase me. Past the door, down the hall over the couch cushions and into the cabin I made of bed sheets throughout the living room. Catch me if you can boys, let the adventure begin.

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Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Day by Day

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Left to right: Christopher and Nico

November 14th, 2012

Another day becomes eclipsed as the black cover of night slowly creeps in swallowing the light that is left lingering in the far off corners of this side of the world. Try as the daylight might it cannot conceal its illumination from the tentacles of the black curtain that is about to extinguish its radiance and bring this day to a close.

Depending on what grief the short lived day brought in its twelve hours of enlightenment, sadness may have been hidden in those seconds, in that time, within those hours of that day, that your life brought you too much sunshine and extended an otherwise gloomy day. Heartache that was once masked in the shadows of the light casted off by the unseen cover of shade now gives way to the total darkness that is engulfing everything in its path. The pitch black putting your minds process back into the Dark Ages of remembrance, that now only exposes what the sun filled day truly was, a nightmare.

Where as for some, there isn't enough hours in a day, for others, there are too many seconds in those minutes and hours in a disaster that has gone on a day too long. In those moments of great despair you look for answers that represent the ordeal that you wish you seen coming at you in the distance.

You begin to reflect on the little things that occurred in that morning that was an omen or a prelude to a day that you wish, now in hindsight, you slept over. Looking for any excuse to overlook a bad day as something that was a fluke more so then an inevitable fate. But now it is a day that scorched itself in your memory and it will be stuck with you forever and ever.

Bad days are days that we wish we hadn’t put our feet on the ground leaving the friendly confines of our bed. But we are instructed to seize the day when we rise and shine. However, in those early beginnings of the new dawn as the alarm announces to us that it is time to get up. We reluctantly open our crusted covered eyes. Our instincts urge us to stay home and seek shelter under your covers that brought you comfort in your slumber. But by nature we overlook better judgement and like clockwork, get up to your Revelry, and press forward like a good soldier.

But hiding from a day offers no guarantees that your cowardice will shield you from the problems in an uncertain world. A world that continues to evolve with or without your participation.

Your best bet is letting go of your fears and hope for a better day ahead but this time be more aware of the shadows that lurk out there, camouflaged in a bright shiny day waiting to ambush you. You may not be prepared for what the day brings you but honestly are we ever prepared for the expected?

The human spirit provides the will to take on these bad days as they come at us. Your inner strength holding your internal being together, while your soul reconnects your fibers, preventing your emotional tear from the seams. The day will get better. The days will find better light. The glimmer in your eyes will light the shadows that the natural light can not penetrate and help you see clarity in a path that is darkened by your anguish and short sightedness.

I woke up from this nightmare because I’m living here in the present and because life gave me little choice but to get it together or get left behind. I’m lucky enough to be here to see another day. Should I be grateful? The days before this one, weigh on every fiber that I am and as taken a toll on my once fit body. I desperately search to the future days ahead to unload the stress and misery of yesterday in my hope for a better tomorrow without being discouraged by today.

But it isn’t that easy to unload the past and the weight of memories that are packed away in your mind. Its baggage that doesn’t just get discarded like an airline that misplaces your luggage. You have to calculate when and where you can relieve your self loathing from the burdens of the days that were cruel to you because if you don't you'll explode into anger. You need to create good space.

The good space is there deep within your heart. When your soul catches further suffering there is a place to store it until you can find the right time to let it go. Leaving it lurking in the dark shadows will consume you until you can figure out when and where your life gets better and how you can let the light back in.

And so it goes day after day, night after night we must take things as they come, day by day.