I could begin by suggesting you read You Kissed Me First & Other Stories I Remember but there is really no need for most of you.
If you are the kind of person who reads posts twice to make sure you didn’t miss anything you could look at it and see if it matches your recollection of events or just accept that I am the boss and make the rules.
I have been listening to The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli in the car and at the gym but I am not sure this is the best way to absorb this book.
Been years since I last read it, or at least think I read it and it is not holding me the way I would like it to. It is not a bad thing but it is not what I want out of the book.
I listen because I am looking to be educated/informed and or entertained. I want something that either takes me elsewhere or provides me with material that helps me grow and advance.
Some pieces are better read and some are better listened to.
The heat in Texas has arrived. I left a lunch at 7 Doors in Grandscape and reveled in feeling the sun beat down upon my shoulders.
A guy passed by in a Mazda and I thought I saw the back of Dad’s head, right arm extended across the seat in a stretch I recognized.
I almost took off running through the parking lot to stop him and say hello. Dad would smile and tell me what sort of errand he was on and remind me to call mom, except it wasn’t him.
Been a minute since I last thought I saw him, since I last figured he was almost within reach. I could hear When The Tigers Broke Free play in my head and smiled because Dad thought The Wall was depressing.
I’ll be home for the English anniversary of his death and will make a point to visit him at least once or twice.
Five years later and the world is the same and so very different which doesn’t surprise me at all. Somewhere during my visit I’ll sarcastically thank him for dying and leaving more work for me and then laugh.
That came up in conversation and someone told me that it sounded disrespectful. I shook my head and said “He is dead, he doesn’t care.”
I followed up with a couple more comments not because I needed validation or explanation but because sometimes it is nice to talk about him.
And I heard him say the same thing about my grandfather so I made it a tradition.
That picture above fits my mental image of things even if I don’t quite look the same anymore. If things went true to form I probably made some crack and the old man would have said something about me not being fast enough to get away.
I would have invited him to try because that 20 year-old was all muscle and always willing to test himself against his father.
That hand on his knee is ever present as it mine looks exactly like it so even if I wanted to forget the guy I would be unable to.
Fortunately that is not of any interest to me.
That is another conversation the younger Mr. Wilner and I had recently. We talked about kid who had been a jerk and how we found out the reason was because his dad would beat him up.
That has to be among the more difficult things a person has to face. Shameful man.
Been one of those weeks where it feels like I have been working 27 hour days which is a neat trick since a day is only 24 hours long.
Made some big moves and accomplished quite a bit but I feel like I imagine Atlas must have.
If one has to choose between having the weight of the world on their shoulders or long legs wrapped around them the answer is always legs.
But we don’t always get to choose when some things happen so you keep going until you reach the other side.
I didn’t hit the gym today and that probably is impacting my mood a bit and why I feel that weight upon me. I thought about going but I was tired enough that I took a nap on the couch,.
Almost went afterwards but opted not to because I felt a little twinge the other day and figured I’d give myself one more day.
Got my cardio in anyway, but it is not easy not lifting.
Body misses that.
Tomorrow though is a new day and we’ll hit it hard because life is short and there are no guarantees. Live and love hard while you can.