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The Last Summer

This summer, the family and I visited Wild Rivers, Irvine’s water park, on its last weekend. There had been a few years of false alarms and last-minute lease extensions, but this time we were sure it was the end; when we climbed the highest slides we could see the bulldozers off in the distance. It was a strange and somewhat melancholy time – I once attended a camp next door to Wild Rivers and spent the larger part of a summer going there daily, so it brought back a lot of memories.

The old park was showing its age, a bit – I distinctly remember the two slides I preferred back in the 80s, and they were still there, with only a handful of newer ones. The facilities looked a bit run down, the decor was questionable, and the Jacuzzis were barely warm. But, it was still a great time – the slides were pretty close to as fun now as they were back then, and the location is beautiful, a hidden enclave of rolling hills with nothing but an old water park and an amphitheater.

The thing that bothers me, though – the park and the amphitheater are both being razed to build more houses. I don’t understand the logic here – why destroy the amenities, which are the things that make someplace good to live, in order to just make more room for people to live there? Is there anything in the vision of Irvine except places to shop?

I suppose that Irvine has a great school district, the Spectrum and whatnot and probably has no fear of running out of new residents. Still, I do feel like Orange County, and Irvine in particular, have an overpowering desire to root out all things strange and eccentric, intending to replace things that are more acceptable and, well, safe.

I may be hypocritical in this – I, too, want Orange County to be safe… I have a little one of my own now, and the desire for her to grow up safe and with a good education keeps me here. But, still, I have to wonder – will I recognize this place in ten years? I have already seen suburbia crowd out Huntington Beach and start to encroach on Tustin… Does it stop somewhere?

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Balance

I broke down a little last week – after two days of sleep shortage and sleepless night, the wife and I fell to bickering over breakfast and left the house irritated with each other. The problem was a craving for accomplishment – we had agreed on a new writing-oriented and exercise-oriented schedule, and it was almost impossible to keep.

My schedule is my friend – it keeps me sane and helps get everything done. But I have noticed a certain tendency to overdo it and schedule every moment of every weekend and even some of the weeks. It is far too easy for me to fill in on a calendar that I will write an essay, complete a short story, exercise five times, and spend time with three groups of friends in the same week.

Easy to plan, hard to actually do. On one hand, minutes spent away from work are precious and need to be carefully doled out, but on the other hand they are still all too finite, and you can only cut them down so much. There have been Saturdays when I have triple-scheduled: errands in the morning, barbecue in the afternoon, and a concert at night. This is, to put it bluntly, demented.

Last week, I realized that I do have limits… If I just try to jump from working-at-work to working-at-home it tends to give me insomnia, as my brain never has a chance to sit in a lower gear. So, this week we are relaxing a bit, scheduling less, trying to sleep a bit more. I am finding walks help – exercise and a break from everything else, a chance to talk away from distractions or projects.

I know that I want to accomplish more and better things than I am now, that I want to one day live a life where I set my own pace and do what occurs to me instead of living a corporate life style. I also know that I want to do this without necessarily completing the whole corporate cycle of worker to manager to director to VP to Chief Officer, and all. I have a firm opinion that such a cycle leaves one with a great deal of money and freedom, but perhaps a bit too late.

I improved my life a great deal by going back to college. It took a lot of midnight oil burning but my wife and I did it together. I am hoping getting some writing done can have the same effect, but it is hard: I had my first print story publication last year but have not submitted anything since! It is just so hard to sit down and work on that empty page.

This week, less goals, more walks and naps. More time to think and relax, to get ready for a busy weekend. We are trying to leave more weekends open, more time to spend at home and relax, read and play, but also time to confront the blank page and try to get something done. The brain can be a fickle thing… it can hurt or help us, but we have to help it, too.

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