Point of order

First baseball game of the season, and I have a pocketfulla marbles.

Don't judge, its just that marble totin' thing I do.
Always there to remind me.
Remind me of the reason I do this.

Reason I do everything.

Every Saturday I start with a new batch of four marbles. A small clear for ke-6, blue for jct-10, green for hk-13, large clear for the Duchess.
I did a rough, ROUGH, estimate of how many weekends we would have together, and bought a corresponding number of marbles.
They are in a container in the garage.

A rapidly depleting container, btw.

Yes, it's a total shot in the dark as to when (if ever, ptm) your kids'll move out. And the 'we both live together in peace till we are 80'  that I figured for me and Duchess may be a stretch. The intention was NOT in the end game.
Watching the container empty out and spending the week being reminded by the transitory nature of our seasons together.
The intention was in the NOW game. The NOW season.

Duck.
Wabbit.
Baseball.
Snow.
Summer.
Soccer.
Play.
Work.
Learn.
Laugh.
Lotsa seasons.
Work/play mashup

The recognition that our time here is NOT infinite, and we gotta make the most of it. Make the most of each weekend. Make the most of each season.
So, all week I carry my week's batch of marbles in my left front pocket, typically with a dog biscuit. Seems like that helps keep the various dogs I encounter during the day properly swagged up.

I don't toss the 'used' marbles out in the rubbish or the yard, but I put em in a little vase.

A slowly filling vase.

Seems like the used vase is trickling full, but the new container is pouring out.

Hemorrhaging.

Weird.

The first baseball game of the season started today, and all three kids had 0900ish games. All three are MUCH taller than last season, although my only change appears to be balder and slightly fatter.

They are growing up, and much closer to away. Their friends are cooler, music louder, jokes more inside.

Meanwhile Duchess and I struggle to be relevant to them, but its  not such a struggle to each other.

For in addition to fatter and balder, this past year has been a MAJOR change for me.

Itsa odd season to be me.

Finally finding myself, finding my sweet spot. Watching the most insane business model EVER devised grow from a throw away comment (Prof.Dr. Yanov saying, 'Just start your own club.' In that deadpan Groucho Marx delivery of his.)
Finding and building a team to pull it all together- invest, adjust, fly jetspeed, invest, adjust, fly jetspeed, invest, adjust, fly jetspeed. Shake vigorously, rinse, repeat.

And watching the hypertargeted prospects grow into customers, and some of them grow into clients, and some of them grow into members.
Members. My #149.
My tribe.
Such a weird concept.

'We are not for everyone, we are wack, we are dif. We are looking to make the day of our end users. We are in the shock and awe business. We build dreams.'

I like it. A lot.

Going from 'job', which I really enjoyed, to the nearly obsessed entrepreneur of this club of kindred spirits, and I am considering a 5th marble.

For them. Us. You.

Wonder if we can put a bomb logo on a small steel ball bearing.
Or a lil rock.
Ima find out.
Ima get one for you, too. If it makes sense.

If you like that kinda thing.
If this is you kinda club.

Kinda doubt it, it's a bit sketch.

No is ok. Hugs.

Okthxbye.