It’s official. I fucking hate the summer. The heat and humidity make me lazy and guilty.

The house constantly needs improvements and tidying up. I am overwhelmed with the growing list of things to do, and I haven’t done much. My wife is chewing my ears off every single day.

The cars need fixing and maintenance. More mileage, more problems. They just never stop. I hate dealing with cars. I am just going to drive them until the wheels fall off.

The kids aren’t reaching their potential. With the exception of Xuân, they aren’t playing any sports. They spend way too much screen time. I am failing to get them off their devices.

The job is uncertain. I am not worrying about AIs replacing my job. I am worrying about blue eyes replacing my job. Five white guys have taken over my responsibilities. Nevertheless, I still have some roles to play until I become useless.

Fuck it. I am just riding it out. I will deal with each issue when it comes up. I am losing all the joys in life and I am wasting my time worrying. My time in this world is too damn short to be stressed out.

I am thinking of seeking therapy, but I am too damn cheap to pay for someone to talk to me. As a result, I am writing this here as a form of therapy. I just needed a space to get shit off my chest. I will be fine. Even if everything around me falls apart, I still have myself to depend on.

I can’t stand the excessive heat. I am done with the summer. I can’t wait to get back to skiing and snowboarding. I don’t care much about the beach and the water.

I haven’t been to the skatepark for a month due to the gout attack. It is finally going away. I can returning practicing snowboarding in the basement. I am focusing mainly on my body position for carving. I hope it will help once I get to the slopes in the winter.

I still have so many projects to do for the house. Getting rid of things we don’t need is one of them. I don’t want things to pile up to the point where we just give up.

Every trip must come to an end. A week had gone by so fast. It’s time to head home. It was so nice seeing familiar faces again. Furthermore, It was a pleasure meeting new friends and my wife’s family members for the first time.

Canada isn’t much different from the U.S., and yet, it is still a bit foreign. I didn’t care much about seeing the scenes. I care more about seeing the people. Thank you for welcoming us with open arms. We appreciate all the love you gave us. It was such a meaningful trip.

In addition to seeing our loved ones, we spent time together as a family. My mother-in-law is 82 now and it is such a blessing that she can still travel with us. Not too many seniors her age can travel hours in the car and walk to places.

Traveling with four boys was chaotic, but we managed to have fun. I am glad my wife decided to make a family trip out of it. I got to spend two days with my friends and the rest with our family. The schedule turned out great. I would love to turn it into our annual summer trip.

It started with Đạo last week. He had a fever and headache. Then Đán had a stomachache. He used the bathroom every half an hour. I was debating whether I should cancel their Summit camp, but my wife let them attend.

I volunteered to drive the Scout troops to Summit, which was five hours away. Last Saturday, the night before the trip, I started coughing. In addition, I worried too much, I couldn’t sleep. I worried about Đạo and Đán. Because our newer minivan was still in the shop, I had to take the old minivan. The AC minivan had been inconsistent. I worried about their comfort.

Due to lacking of sleep, I asked my wife to come with me on Sunday. I needed help driving back. As soon as we got back home after over 10 hours on the road, I took a bath and went straight to bed around 8:00 pm. I took some cough syrup and it seemed to help. I am feeling better today, but still can’t rollerblade because of my gout.

Today both my wife and Xuân got sick. I hope they will recover before Friday so we can go to Canada as planned. Nothing seemed to work in our favor. This summer is not going too well so far. I hope Vương and my mother-in-law won’t be next.

My toe gout is slowly going away. I can’t wait for it to be completely gone so I can go back to the skateparks. I must have gained 10 pounds in the last two weeks from eating and sitting around waiting impatiently for my foot to heal.

We’re about to head to Canada next week, but our minivan is still at the dealer. At this time, our insurance is still investigating the damage. It is most likely that our car won’t be ready by next week. We’re screwed. I am going to fight this battle all the way with the insurance company. So if they want to drag it on, I’ll keep dragging it on.

I hate dealing with these types of inconveniences, but I have to. I putting myself under these pressures? It comes down to spending issue. I am not like going broke any time soon, but I keep worrying about it. Anyway, I just need to chill the fuck out. I tell myself that all the time, but I still can’t do it.

It’s already been 12 days and my gout flare is only getting worse. I could barely walk yesterday. Last night, I was in so much pain I couldn’t sleep. Aleve doesn’t do the trick any more. I am still limping around the whole day today. This is my worst gout flare yet.

I haven’t done any physical activities in the past 12 days. I am going to spend my weekend resting—both my foot and my mind. I can’t be stressed out anymore. There’s no point in putting myself under stress. Whatever happens let it happen. I can’t control anything.

I need to get over this gout flare. I also need to think about my lifestyle. The food I eat and the alcohol I drink. I am getting older now. I really need to take things easy. I will be much more careful in the winter. I can’t afford getting attack during the skiing/snowboarding season.

After 9 days, my gout attack hasn’t gone away. I am still limping on the right foot. I missed rollerblading at the skatepark and practicing snowboarding in my basement. It is such a drag.

After 14 days, Ourisman Toyota has found the root cause of the airbag warning light. It will cost over $3,000 to fix the issues. I am waiting on our insurance coverage.

Our home has become funereal after I created the Wifi schedule. The kids are upset with me. Even my wife is not happy. In fact, she hasn’t been happy in a long time. I am deeply concerned.

Just when I thought we were heading in the right direction, things begin to derail. The last few weeks has been stressful, but I have to keep moving. I can’t let money holding me down. I can’t let stress holding me back.

I can’t make everyone happy, but I just have to continue to do all I can for this family.

Đúng ngay ngày thứ hai tuần vừa rồi, tôi ăn 2 cái hotdogs buổi chiều ở Costco. Tối đến bàn chân phải của tôi bắt đầu đau. Tôi uống ngay viên thuốc Aleve nhưng vẫn bị gout tấn công cho đến ngày hôm nay vẫn chưa hết.

Thấy hai năm rồi không bị gout nên cũng hơi cẩu thả. Rượu bia không cai. Thịt bò không tha. giấm táo uống mỗi ngày tưởng là tìm được phương thuốc. Nào ngờ lần này kéo dài hơn cả tuần. Thuốc Aleve không còn dám uống nữa vì đã quá lâu. Cả tuần không được đi rollerblade. Chỉ ở nhà là nhiều. Giờ đây chỉ đợi cho hết đau mà thôi.

Sau lần này tôi phải tự kiểm điểm lại lối sống của mình từ rượu chè đến những món ăn. Sẽ bỏ thịt bò và hạn chế ăn nhậu. Hy vọng sẽ không bị gout tấn công nữa.

After consuming two hotdogs at Costco last evening, I had a gout flare in my right foot. It was not a severe attack, but definitely prevented me from rollerblading for a couple of days. In addition to drinking beer or Yoju moderately (a can a day) and not avoiding beef, I had been overstressed myself out. The combination did it. I am treating the gout flare with Aleve for a couple of days. Hopefully, it will be done by Wednesday. I don’t want to take Aleve more than three days. Gout flares put me in checked. It is time to slow down the fun.

A few weeks ago, I asked my wife if she loves me. I was half joking, half curious. She didn’t give me a straight answer; therefore, I asked her if she trusted me. She said “yes” without any hesitation. I can live with that.

If our marriage depended on love, we might not lasted to this day. Love is like a faucet. It turns off and on. Once the romantic period was over and reality kicked in, love could turn into hate.

Fortunately, our relationship has built on trust. We trust each other enough to stay together. Trust is the foundation of our marriage. If our trust was broken, everything we had built together would have collapsed. As a result, we guard our trust with our lives.

We never had any financial conflicts between us because we trusted each other. We never had any infidelity issues because we trusted each other (“ain’t nobody humpin’ around”). Trust not only keeps us tight, but also frees us up so we can be independents. We never had to worry if one of us was up to no good. We trust that everything we do, we do it for our family, our kids, and our relationship.

Trust helped us weathered through many storms in our marriage. Even when we faced serious issues, trust prevented us from walking out of our relationship. If we could make it through the night, we trusted that we would see a brighter day.

This past year has been fantastic for us. We made peace—not war. Of course we still argued, but we made up quickly. We still stressed the hell out, but not because of our relationship. We got out more and socialized more. Meeting and getting to know other people made us appreciate each other. We gave each other space to do our own things once in a while. I could go skiing by myself or out drinking with my friends while she held down the parenting floor. In contrast, she could spend time with her family while I held down the parenting department.

This has been the best year of our marriage so far. It took a decade and a half for us to finally figured out each other. I hope we will do even better many years to come.

I love you and totally trust you. Of course, I always know you love me too. Happy sixteenth anniversary!