Hello. I’m O.U. Rasscalle. The O.U. stands for Owen Ulysses. Yeah, quite a mouthful. Why my parents hung me with such a moniker is beyond me and they’re not around anymore to quiz them on the subject so I’ve got nothing else for you on that.
I’m the husband to Queen Gwen. Gwen is short for Guinevere. Two people named as Gwen and I deserve to be together. We effectively took each other out of the “awful name” gene pool.
Gwen and I have three sons. None of them have stupid names.
We’ve reached the point of being Empty Nesters and that’s what this site is all about. As soon as our two youngest sons moved out, Gwen and I looked at each other and both whispered, “what the hell do we do now?”
Gwen spends a lot of time on Facebook, on Pinterest, reading women blogs. Cooking new vegan recipes. Working.
I spend a lot of time working as a marketing director and creative director. When I’m not doing that, I’m working out. When I’m not doing that, I’m pondering life in the Empty Nest.
So I figured I’d write about it.
Here, you’ll find all things related to this new-to-us form of life. No longer high school sweetheart; not so much dad anymore; just a working schlub trying to find his way in this world. But at nights, I’m a Super Hero: I’m EMPTY NEST MAN.
My goal here is to write Simple, Original, Funny, Authentic material, or SOFA as I like to call it. Combine those thoughts with the best material I can find on living life in the Empty Nest. Basically, build the best damn repository online for all things Empty Nest.
The primary topics we’ll cover here rotate around the concept of reinvention through:
- Working Out
On Writing: Let’s face it. Writing is cheaper than therapy. This section will feature personal musings, essays, chapters, etc., plus as many awesome articles as I can find on the subject of writing.
On Working: I spend 45 hours at work every week. I spend 10 hours getting to and from work. I spend another 54 hours a week writing, working out, and piddling on house projects. That’s roughly 65% of a week. A big investment. Might as well try to get good at it.
On Working Out: I’m 55 years old. My body is telling me that’s really old. I don’t listen very well. Two years ago, I trained for and ran a sprint triathlon. Last year, I did an Olympic-length triathlon. This year, I’m training to do a half Ironman (1.1 mile swim, 56 mile bike ride, 13 mile run). No one in my family thinks I’m sane.
On Religion: Queen Gwen was a youth pastor. Our oldest son was an associate pastor. Our middle son was a youth minister. Our youngest son worked for years for a very large company that gets kudos for never being open on Sunday and their CEO openly spoke out against the gay lifestyle. As fate would have it, our youngest son is gay. Time to get a new job. I worked for a company/ministry that developed some of the largest religious conferences in the world and you’d probably recognize them if I mentioned those events here. I don’t work for that company anymore.
The keyword here is “was.”
We don’t work for the church anymore nor do we attend church.
The machinery of the modern day church chewed this family up and spit us out. The rally cry of “Sunday’s coming and the show must go on” was something that rang in our ears for quite some time.
We served. We taught. We ministered.
Now we’re simply seeking God on our own, out here in the desert. Oddly enough, the encounters here are more often and more poignant than the years spent behind stained glass and steeples.
On Craftsmanship: I’m a really crappy carpenter. I’m a horrible plumber. I really can’t do anything skillful with my hands. Thank God for YouTube.
We’ll record some of our little projects here for posterity.
It might inspire you… or not.
All that said, friends, welcome to our Empty Nest where life may be childless but it is still, nonetheless, quite full.