Blog of Billy

So October has turned out to be far more involved than any month (barring the obvious) has any right to be. I'm seriously scared for post-Halloween.

Happily, though, October hasn't been without its share of positive moments. I've been consistent in my attendance of Holy Saturday Services, as Doug has been kind enough to note in his comments, during each footballing game of the University of Oklahoma's "Sooners." The Texas game was sore disappointing, as we are generally a better second half team than that. Iowa State would have been a glorious victory, were it not made bittersweet by the frailty of mere bone.

"Good Morning" whiskey was shot in honor of Pvt. Matt Steenson, who has gone to the hot hot desert to die. We miss him even now, and rightly anticipate his ghost to come back and sip and cheer as soon as it can.

Patrick and I took some time to reaffirm our various masculinities, as we celebrated the holiday of Hoist by lifting all of his worldly possessions and shlepping them across town. Then was a trip to that cathedral of testosterone, the home improvement store. Not one, but two trips to different stores were necessary to find the proper number of little metallic boxen and sturdy screws (Aluminum is weak...literally) to replace the cracked plastic contraption that wished the ceiling fan in place. In the end, I'm pretty sure the new one isn't going anywhere until someone is ready.

Even, though, with all the grunting and yelling and drinking and scratching, I find myself amazed by the power of good, kind people. Mister Rogers is a personal favorite, and a recent Esquire article on him was met with more than a bit of choked response. I seriously had to quit reading a few times toward the end because I didn't want to start sniffling too loud at work. And to think, this is the man who, with sheer force of goodness, saved PBS. Makes me happy to be in the world.

I got a sentimental heart that beats
but I don't really mind...