Poor Howard is Spent

The day began in a promising manner.  Poor Howard awoke at 7:30.  But upon reflection, at 10:30 in the evening, he finds the day didn't live up to its early promise.  Perhaps it was the fault of the rain.  He could almost sense the palpable ennui of those whose memorial day festivites had been rained out.  He drove by Horsetooth Reservoir, and saw only one speedboat, sadly sitting in the rain-drenched basin.  But perhaps this is fitting, for it is a sad day, and rain is more suitable for reflection on the lost soldiers of many wars.

He won't go on long today.  He has no rant in him.  The child sleeps, the wife readies herself for bed, and the whir of the hard drive makes him sleepy.  

He recalls one incident worth recounting.  Although his day was given over to tiresome work searches and one more resume re-write, he did force his little family to go to the park, even though the sky was dribbling.  He took his Giant Blue Yoga Ball out there, and brought his son's little plastic lawnmower.  He cajoled and dragged his poor bedeviled wife into the mini-van.  They all emptied into the great empty lawn and kicked the big blue ball at each other.  The infant son stood watching, manning his plastic lawnmower, somehow deeply amazed at the sight of his parents away from their respective computers and playing in the rain.  That made him happy.