The Boy Who Loves Pigeons

"Live in the moment." Easy to say, harder to do.



Moments vary. Some pass quickly; some seem to drone on like a boring lecturer.



Today I got cabin fever. Normally, I'm happy eating my meals at home; posting to my blogs at home, and managing all my parenting tasks from home.



Not today. I felt restless; I needed some action.



It's not always easy being a man. Less than seems to be the case with most women, we often appear to have little control over our bodies or our desires.



When I get restless, at this point of life, I know what it is I need, although I'm not necessarily sure how to get it.



Sometimes music can help; sometimes a visit to an art museum. Sometimes reading a book; other times watching a movie. Then there are the times no substitute, no metaphor will handle the situation.

At times like that I better hope there's a willing friend somewhere nearby; otherwise, I'm a cruiser for a bruiser, trouble waiting to happen, a male on the hunt. It all sounds good but it never works out.

Never.

Back to the books and back to the music. Back to the art and back to the garden. Back to the cabin, get ice for the fever. Nothin' is gonna happen, no one is gonna help. You gotta just suck it up and move on, man.

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