Good Morning,
Jeeeez, where has the year gone? The fleur-de-lis is now quickly approaching the apogee of its winter travel across our living area and is now on the pantry door. It will reach its further most point on December 21st and then start its trip back across, eventually ending up on the door to the guest bedroom.
It is just 11 days until Thanksgiving…which I now look at as the proverbial “top of the slide” and with a slight kick in my reluctant butt, taking me on a obligatory ride all the way through these holidays to the New Year.
As I was last year at this time and probably many years previous as well, I start to ponder what the coming year could bring. I think that I can tell you with the utmost certainty, now looking back, that I had no “frigging” idea what 2009 would have been like. I am also pretty sure that I may have been a bit overly optimistic. I like to understate things as well.
Isn’t life supposed to get simpler when you get older, or is that just a myth? It sure aint simpler and I see no signs of that on the hazy horizon. I must admit that there are days when “running home, leaping into bed, assuming the prenatal position and turning the electric blanket up to nine*” sounds pretty good. Since booze and drugs are no longer an option, it seems that is about all I’m left with.
Of course I can always dig out the ol’ Tigger attitude and say “well we will just have to go find us some of that happy stuff” and then without a clue as where to look, go searching in the 100 Acre Woods. It might be more fun to do it on a Harley… yea that’s it… I think I’m on the right track. There isn’t much a good long Harley ride can’t fix. It is almost impossible for me to carry extra mental baggage on the bike. There just isn’t enough room as anything that is brought along is soon blown off like so much debris from a garbage truck and ends up scattered along the road behind. Sure, I know the realist will say “that is just running away from the reality of
the situation.” Well that may be true, but a complete change of environment, at least for a little while, can do wonders for your perception of a situation. An opportunity to approach it from a different angle and maybe without the emotion of the moment can make all the difference.
When I saw this photo “Life summed up in four bottles”… I realized that I have drunk from all four. So what does that mean? Should I start over from the beginning or work my way back down? Is it borrowed time I’m on? I suppose we are all on borrowed time when you think about it.
Guess we just better make the best of what we have. That works for me… how about you?
No sniveling!
Love, Dad
*Quote from: The Kingston Trio at the “Hunger Eye” (1959)