Flipping through the channels on a cold winter day and you might come across some wacky public access channel and hear some guy ask his co-host, “Could you fall in love with June?”
The answer to me is pretty damn simple, “Yes, I could” and if I had to choose between being inside January or inside of June the answer is still simple.
It is always a yes because I am a warm weather guy. Don’t mind the occasional cold day or a periodic visit to snow but the warmth is a preference.
My people are desert people and if you don’t believe that you clearly aren’t familiar with our forty years of wandering through the desert or much of our ancestral homeland.
Anyhoo, I am back at the computer because I binged the seven episodes of the first half of the final season of Ozark and damn…
It was really good and I can’t wait to see the rest.
They have done an excellent job of maintaining the quality of the writing and acting throughout its entire run and that is quite impressive.
And now I am decompressing after that last episode…
A Roadmap For Life
My baby got accepted to another university yesterday and I couldn’t be prouder or uncertain and confused about some things.
And in the great contradiction of life I have a pretty damn good idea of not only what I want to do but how I want to do some of it in spite of their being no road map for life.
Because there really isn’t one that I can see, read or turn to for this particular time.
The country has undergone significant turmoil for an extended period of time and it is kind of crazy.
Had four years of stupidity with the orange man and the chaos he unleashed not the least of which is politicizing the pandemic and what appears to be a plan to overturn the results of the last election.
Dopey man is running around trying to take credit for the vaccines and is pushing his former crew to take it but many aren’t listening to him anymore.
The fires he set aren’t under his control anymore.
Some think it there is a downward spiral that cannot be recovered from and others see it in different terms, but still have a pessimistic bend.
I can argue both positions and a third as well.
It is a moment in time in which I would have liked to have asked Dad and the grandfathers for their thoughts and ideas.
Not because I don’t have any of my own, I have plenty and the confidence to push on but it wouldn’t hurt to have additional counsel.
I expect they would tell me to use my head, keep an eye on my gut feeling and do the best I could with the information I have on hand.
It is a pretty standard answer for us, but even when you know what will be said you sometimes enjoy hearing it again.
Hell, it would all feel better if I was inside of June instead of January.
A Rabble Rouser.
Came across something online that reminded me of a time when an old colleague called me a rabble rouser.
“Sometimes you stir things up by speaking when you don’t have to say anything. Sometimes it is better to be silent.”
There is some truth to what he said, there are times when silence is the better option to choose.
But not always.
Sometimes you need to speak your mind, share your thoughts and your truth. Plant your feet and let the words fly because silence would rob others and you of peace of mind.
Because sometimes the painful truths must be voiced.
Reminded my kids of this more than once and talked about having had to start over a few times and of the benefit of tenacity, determination and resilience.
Feels kind of appropriate to end this with the Boss and Burnin Train.
Wide awake and ready to hit the treadmill, am I almost middle age or 25. Sometime I am uncertain.
