The house is especially quiet, just the younger Mr. Wilner and I are here now and that changes soon.
Won’t be long before the bachelor life resumes for a while and we’ll see if I don’t take the whole place apart and put it back together again.
Can’t promise I will or that I won’t because some of this is over due and because I am in need of my own Festivus.
Got words for a few and I haven’t decided yet if I will share them or go the opposite direction.
Came close tonight but I heard the voice of Grandpa Wilner telling me not to make decisions when the fire in the belly burns as brightly as it is now.
“Certain things can set you off, job, life, women or a woman, kids and stupidity.”
I thanked him for the advice and asked why his list included almost everything in life that might aggravate you.
“Because almost anything can, some more than others. Be smart.”
I figure if there is anything after this blue marble he can hear me say “I try to” followed by five minutes of ranting and two minutes of trying to decide where I can hang a heavy bag.
I miss pounding on one. It was a great workout and a simple way to blow off steam.
Still want to look some people in the eye and air my grievances.
You Can Feel His Disease
Almost went with Hurt, the Johnny Cash cover instead of the Fab Four because I have that combination of ache and fire but something about the jibber-jabber of the Come Together lyrics pulled me in.
Every time I think I understand it I realize I don’t and then I think I do.
That fits life right now.
That fits what I hear and see from some of you. I can feel the thoughts pinballing around inside and while it doesn’t make a lick of sense I wonder if maybe it does.
I wonder if maybe I understand more than I realize. Maybe intuition works and if so, I say submit dammit.
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The younger Mr. Wilner came to me with broken glasses today. Wasn’t what either of us wanted to see or discuss, but these things happen.
He asked if I had any ideas on how to fix it and I told him we could try welding it.
“Do you have a torch?”
“No, but I know where to get them and I have friends who have them. Not really a good solution for this though.”
He snorted and said he didn’t think I so and I told him to remember his old man knows a few tricks that he doesn’t yet.
“That is not one of them.”
“Nope, not this time.”
Part of what has me feeling off kilter are the changes I feel coming. There are things in the works and if I look towards the horizon I can see the dust rising.
I have infinite patience for some things, but there are those others that chafe my hide.
When some of these arrive there will be people and things that are no longer part of my life because the time for them is over.
Some may be surprised and some may not be. That is not my concern.
In the interim, my own Festivus will suffice.
