Dad Post #221

I am in China, once again, and missing Megan. I miss Michael too, of course, perhaps even more, but it’s a bit of a running joke now, a plain favoritism for Megan here. It’s not true, of course. Michael is my son; I love him indescribably! My love for Meg-pie is infinite and immense also, illimitable, inestimable, immeasurable, incalculable, interminable, inexhaustible. Yeah, those things. The thesaurus, by the way, is my 6th favorite book behind The New Testament, City Of Thieves, A Soldier Of The Great War, In Sunlight And In Shadow, and The Great Gatsby. So I love both of my children, the same incomprehensible amount – hey, the letter 'I' is really awesome! – but enough about that; let’s talk about something less controversial. Let's talk about Jeanette. She's incredible and I miss her, too. I miss her tons – TONS! – and Sophie and Cole, also. Haha, indeed, this is a real can of worms. I've never even whispered the awful truth here. (Please forgive the hyperbole.) The awful truth being that I am divorced. M ‘n’ m are the children of divorced parents. Gasp. There, I said it. And Sophie and Cole are children I care about that aren’t even my own. Confused? I'm not. None of this is awful or crazy to me. In fact, it's wonderful, but it causes quite a stir in one’s life, I’ve learned over the last two years. It’s also terrific fodder for blogging, which is why I’d like to talk more about… painting. Painting? Yes, painting. I don’t paint, but I have to wonder: Am I the only person who watches Bob Ross on YouTube when family drama threatens to overwhelm? Five minutes of happy skies. That’s all it takes.