OK, I'm back but I don't know for how long.

Well, it's Friday and casual day at work. That pleases me because there's not anyone who is more casual than me when it comes to clothes. My wife has worked hard to get me out of holey teeshirts and underwear. What I mean is that that was my wear around the house for several years - what I refer to as my regressed hippy time.

That was right before my mid-life crises. You know I'm glad to not all men have to go through that. Even knowing about it didn't make it any easier to go through. There came a time in my life when I wanted to get rid of everything that had defined my life up until then, all possessions, wife, kids, job, you name it. Wanted a fresh start, wanted to move to the south seas and live on coconuts and bananas on the beach (this is particularly funny when you consider my absolute aversion to anything hinting of the outdoors). Luckily after a couple of years the feelings left, I realized just how silly I'd been. Thank God none of the South Seas islands want someone to come and live on their beach (unless you're at one of the resorts and have lots of money).

I think the end of it was when I accomplished my life-time dream of going to Club Med. Now Club Med (especially the "party" locations) is fine in your 20's, but in your 40's, you sort of stick out. But I went, I enjoyed it, would not give away those memories for anything, but afterward realized just how ridiculous a forty-someodd man looks trying to keep up with the 20 year olds in the disco. Finally brought me back to earth just in time to meet my 3rd wife.

But if you're in your 20's, are single, have some spare cash, and want to have some fun, head on down to Club Med in Playa Blanca, Mexico. Nothing like being in a game of liar's poker, playing for shots of amaretto, with 2 other guys and 3 good looking women, watching the guy dealing stacking the deck for maximum effect. Or going on "picnic" and playing drinking games all day with about 50 other people, and then continuing at the dinner table with other diners bring their wine over for you to continue. Or watching your room's gecko out prowling for his dinner. See, I love those memories, ridiculous as it was for me to be there with my already middle-age spread hanging out.

Anyway, my son was over last night for dinner and survivor. Survivor was OK, it went the way it was supposed to, but there were some awkward moments while my wife grilled my son on his new love. Not that she's mean but she has very definite ideas about what makes a happy marriage and want to make sure he isn't "making a mistake". On the other hand, she knows that everyone is different and what makes a happy marriage varies. Anyway, we'll all recover because we're family, and my son is very good at knowing what to say, when to say it, and how to say it.

Well, maybe more tonight. Got to test a DLL which seems not to work like the previous version. Got that? What a pain. SYLA