The Responsibilities Of The Working Child

I could tell you about the how the days of the wolf blurred into the nights of the hungry moon but wonder what the purpose would be.

Got a picture of my dad on the phone staring at me and would like to tell him how the guy staring at me from some midwestern city in ’57 has an expression I recognize.

Not just on him, but on his oldest Texas grandchild.

They say even though he is gone I can still reach out to him, that he just might hear and maybe even respond. Got more than a handful of items he ought to know about and maybe I’ll try or maybe not.

Hell, there are people who are still vertical that I miss talking to and I haven’t told them half of what I ought to, let alone need to.

Some call that foolish and say you ought to make the effort while you can because time takes it all away, but I march to my own drummer.

I send up my own smoke signals and if that is not enough, well then maybe fate doesn’t want that contact to take place. Maybe fate has decided to send me down a different path or maybe I have to go on own for a while longer for reasons no one shares.

Listen To The Docs

Took a look at the test results, recommendations and what have you that end up in my inbox and reminded myself what I tell everyone else.

“Listen to the docs and get yourself checked out.”

Reflection tells me to get bent and asks if I have any idea who I am speaking to.

“You don’t listen to anyone. You do whatever the hell you think you ought to and say the hell with everyone else. What makes you think you’ll listen.”

Shake my head at the reflection and ask who is crazier, the face in the mirror or the one who is waving his hand at it.

“Make the appointment and then you’ll know.”

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Sitting with Wilner the younger talking about the future, investments and planning.

“Your grandfather retired before he turned 60. The old man told me he was going to do it and then challenged me to beat it.”

“Are you going to be able to?”

“Maybe, depends on a few things.”

“Like what?”

“How much you can contribute. Call it the responsibilities of the working child.”

“Don’t think that I make enough to help you retire early.”

“Probably not. You got any skills I don’t know about yet that we can leverage to make up for the short fall?”

“I don’t know.”

“Damn, sure sounds like I have to put a chunk more time in or figure out how to find the Wilner treasure.”

“Let me know if you find it Dad, I want a piece.”

“Don’t we all.”

It Is A Hell Of A Ride

Put in a chunk of time into purchasing furniture because it is time to stop living like a college student. Hasn’t been a horrible thing but it has been a long while since I left LA and left behind most of the old stuff because I wanted a fresh start.

Got Neil Young singing Harvest Moon, a tape measure and assorted tools on the table nearby because I have work to do to prepare for some of it.

Some things are here and I’ll assemble and others are yet to come but will require space for when they arrive.

Got to add a new mattress to the items that have to be acquired because the current one is angry with me and determined to hurt me every chance it gets.

It is a battle of attrition as it knows it can’t win via shock and awe. Every day it takes a poke at me and every day I work on turning my almost middle aged body into something that doesn’t take damage from its attacks.

Might have to see a chiropractor and get adjusted so that I can continue. Maybe that’s why the reflection said to get bent, I don’t know.

Got a lot of good going on with all sorts of mishegoss which I suppose is better than bad.

This thing called life, it is a hell of a ride.