Sunday, November 13, 2011

I’m sitting here in our new house and looking out of our big back windows at the mountains. The weather is getting cool and there is snow on the peaks but it hasn’t quite hit us yet. This week has been a whirlwind of unpacking and organizing, and finally I think we are about done with the move. I have to say, we love this place!

Just when we were starting to relax and think that our work was done (2 days ago) we received a call on the phone. Would we speak in church this Sunday? I’ll tell you what- we are totally reliant on technology in the Hazard home. Our internet still isn’t connected (don’t even get me started) and preparing a talk without the online resources was NOT the easiest thing I have ever done.

We finally finished everything, but then last night after we put the kids to bed Rachel realized that somebody (I’m thinking Addy) got on the computer and deleted her entire talk. Two days of hard, internet-less work went down the drain. Rachel was devastated. Church starts at 9:00am and she was to be the opening speaker. Not good.

So last night I spent driving around town trying to find somebody’s unsecured wireless line so that I could rip off their internet. It was for a good cause, right? I finally ended up at McDonalds and got the stuff I needed before racing home to report to Rachel. She worked hard, and finally finished last night around midnight. We gave our talks today and all went well. Now we need to take naps.

Last night while Rachel was re-writing her talk I took a part of it, and in order to stave off the boredom of watching her think, I wrote a poem on a whim. I haven’t done this since my grade-school days, but back then I was a very prolific writer and I have to say it was sort of fun. I like writing.

Anyway- Rachel wants me to post it, so bear with me. Feel free to skip this next part if you want.

My Nameless Poem That Was Written in the Middle of the Night When I Had Nothing To Do
 -By Me

I don’t think I can handle this
High school’s such a drag
My girlfriend won’t talk to me
I hate my mom and dad
No one understands me
And I don’t have any friends
Surely when I move away
I will be happy then.

Now I am in college
And man, this stuff is hard!
I miss my easy teenage years
When family wasn’t far
I wish I had somebody
With whom to share my life
I know that I’d be happy
If I only had a wife.

I’m married now, I’ll tell you what
It’s everything they say
Except nobody mentioned
All the bills I’d have to pay
The rent, the car, and don’t forget
The student loans and gas
A job would bring such happiness
And then I could relax.
Work, work, work- that’s all I do
My life seems all amis
Those days of college suddenly
Seem easy next to this
My life seems unfulfilling now
I’m needing something more
I’d be happy if I had kids
We’re thinking three or four.

Crying, yelling, whining, screaming
It’s all I hear all day
I know that I’ll be happier
When children move away.

My kids are gone now, how I miss them
Hour after hour
I can’t wait till I can visit them
As soon as I retire.
Then my wife and I will travel
We will live out all our dreams
That surely is the ticket
To happiness it seems.

Turns out with all that travel
That it surely took its toll
My body cannot handle this
I don’t like feeling old
So I keep on enduring
But I’m not having any fun
I’m glad they say that happiness
Is in the life to come.

Today I had my interview
With God- here’s what he said
“If you weren’t happy during life
You won’t be once you’re dead”
Turns out I sort of blew it
Always looking for tomorrow
Wish I didn’t have so many “nows”
So filled with grief and sorrow
So take advice from me, my friend
And chalk it up to learning
Forget the destination
‘Cause the joy is in the journey!

The end.

Anyway, that’s my poem. There really isn’t much more to write about this week. I finally got the garage cleaned out enough that we can put both cars in there. It is nice not having to scrape the windows in the morning before driving to work.

Oh- and for those who are interested, be watching for a tour of our house (comming soon...hopefully. This has been so much trouble trying to get it on here. I hope you appreciate it!). It’s about twenty minutes long so make sure you have time to see the whole thing before you start it. Also, I made this on the day after we moved in so things are still kind-of all over the place. Just know that we really are clean people!

…Most of the time.

5 comments:

  1. I love your poem! You always were a good poet. Glad to see you pick it up again!

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  2. I read your poem with interest. It is well stated and a correct idea. Enjoy things as you go along. Find somnething of value in everything and every action. Grandma and I agree that the secret is to keep moving, to find things we like and do them, and keep doing them. Thanks for sharing the poem and the idea.
    Love, Grandpa

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  3. Wonderful poem. Excellent poem. You put it most eloquently. Now I want you to write more of them.

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  4. I don't like the part about hating your mom and dad . . . rewrite that and you have a pulitzer prize . . . oh wait, that's the kind of stuff that wins pulitzer prizes, so leave it in!
    Love,
    Dad

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  5. Thanks Logan for the insightful poem. I am going to share it with my Young Women today. The lesson is on change. Perhaps it will be passed around like a mormon legend..and everyone will be saying "my nephew wrote that" but I will know if was my nephew!

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