The High Road is Covered in Goose Poop

Published: Jan. 4, 2016, 4:27 a.m.

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It\\u2019s been 5 months since I\\u2019ve documented my life. I\\u2019m trying to do this without throwing people under the bus, pointing fingers, cause in the end \\u2013 it doesn\\u2019t matter. I am now divorced. Pointing fingers will not change that, so I take the high road and wish the best for my (oh, good God \\u2013 now SECOND) ex-wife.

So I\\u2019m living alone. Me and a cat. Bernie. I\\u2019ve never been a cat person, but Bernie is OK. There are times when its nice to just have another heartbeat under the roof.

I\\u2019m not looking for as pitty party. It is what it is. I feel we did what we could. We spend thousands on counseling. We knew what to do, but thanks to our childhoods, our experiences, we are wired the way we are, and we couldn\\u2019t change. As a teacher, I find this fact hard to believe. I believe in constant improvement. In the end, I guess a leopard can\\u2019t change it\\u2019s spots, and a Zebra can\\u2019t change it\\u2019s stripes. At that pint you either accept what you have (even if it\\u2019s not exactly what you want) or you move on.

Things I\\u2019ve Learned So Far

Geese are pretty, but the crap on everything. It\\u2019s one thing thing to have a robin poop on your car. Its a whole other story when its a goose.

Toilet paper rolls last for MONTHS when there are no women in the house.

It\\u2019s easier to change the littler box daily for a few minutes, then to do it once a week.

I am developing an unhealthy fear of the unknown. I\\u2019m worried I will blow my 50\\u2019s\\xa0worrying about my 70\\u2019s.

Play the Cards You\\u2019re Dealt

The choices I\\u2019ve made my life have got me to where I am. I can\\u2019t change the past. I can only do the best with what is left.

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