Don’t look now but the guy who produced classics like I Wrote You A Damn Letter, Submit, You Kissed Me First and Your Mom Likes Me is putting out another wacky post.
Will he write about using Genesis Blocks and their utility in producing beautiful layouts for both pages and posts or will the man talk about the fourth consecutive New Years eve he should have skipped.
There is not telling what he’ll say, write or do and it is not because he has half a bottle of Macallan 12 in him. None of that has to do with the Scotch, especially since it is not half a bottle.
He is too damn old for half a bottle, that would be like do-it-yourself colonoscopy prep and who needs that.
Besides he told his teenage daughter he had a plethora of tools to help motivate her attitude adjustment that ranged from taking her phone, car keys and or putting himself on Tik-Tok singing and dancing to Beyonce’s Crazy In Love.
Hell, the guy took on a guy in a supermarket by yelling Wakanda Forever, crossing his arms and preparing to launch himself across the produce.
Sometimes all it takes to end trouble is making people think you have a little bit of crazy in you or so the rumors go.
Could tell you the story of the call/text/email I didn’t get to wish me a Happy New Year and how I know damn well how juvenile that sounds and that I could have done it.
Could tell you about other news I got that made me shake my head at the world and reminded me how damn lucky I am.
Heck, I could tell you about the great contradictions in my life and how this post was supposed to inspire further reading in other places and then midway I discovered all that I was hoping to be read was.
Ain’t that a kick in the pants, more proof that every time I think I know something I don’t but that maybe I do.
One of my oldest friends turned 52 two days ago. Called him and spent time catching up on the last few months and when he asked me what was new I said I had crossed the Rubicon.
We both laughed and he suggested that might have happened quite some time ago and I had to agree. It did, but the depth and degree has changed.
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Been a funny day for more than a few reasons, not the least of which is when my baby looked at me and asked if I realized that this time next year she would be about to start her last semester of high school.
“Abba, I have plans. Undergrad, med school…” and then she trailed off and I saw a look in her eyes that I recognize because I do it too.
That girl was lost in thought about her plan for the future. It made me smile and I promised her that I would lend support to those dreams.
Don’t think she heard me or caught my comment about being that much closer to getting everyone off of the payroll.
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Hell, I see a bridge in my head and think about what lies on the other side. Think about scheduling a physical so the doc can tell me what he thinks is broken and if it can be fixed.
Sometimes think about skipping it because if I don’t know any more details I can enjoy my own self diagnosis of things that need to be done.
Drop a chunk, take vitamins, stretch, continue to increase the cardio, keep lifting and cut out the slash and burn diet of this current fake vacation.
Cuz I can sense that if I push back hard and focus the way I am capable of some really good things will happen and I can see it going a different way.
Both can be done and both are hard but one has a better upside so maybe I ought to put aside my hard head and be smart, even if it is not as much fun.
I can think of three people who would be very pleased not to contend with my hard head, two of them seem to have mostly figured out what happens when I plant my feet.
When the old man and I were talking I reminded him that not all remain part of the pack and that newcomers can join.
“What does that mean?”
“It means I can tell some to take my damn hand and I can let go of others and go my own way.”
He said he understood and I told him I was going to quote Queen again because there was depth worth thinking about.
‘Cause love’s such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love (people on streets) dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure
