Pavarotti is singing Nessun Dorma and I am trying to remember something I learned about it in a college class decades ago. Can’t quite pull the thread so I go looking for the English and see if that generates something.
I can feel the memory stirring deep within but I don’t keep pulling upon it because I know if I do I will lose it so I move a different direction.
It will come
Pivot, shift, adapt and overcome.
Review the instructions for the virtual endoscopy scheduled for tomorrow. Look at Latin phrases like Amor animi arbitrio sumitur, non ponitur and Dum vivimus, vivamus.
Stand up and balance upon one leg and then switch to the other. Set an alarm so I wake up before 6 AM, add a reminder to leave by 7 and a follow up alarm for when I can resume eating.
Stop to review an email from my financial advisor and then laugh at a joke only a select few would appreciate.
Life is so damn absurd.
It’s A Real Life Version Of Let’s Make A Deal
Harry Chapin is singing A Better Place To Be and I am thinking Wheel Of Fortune was more fun when the winners got to pick their prizes.
After all who doesn’t like to take their winnings to buy the ceramic dogs and entertainment console complete with turntable and buffet.
I am thinking about a guy named William Pool who just died and how his father was a Civil War veteran. Yes, that Civil War.
Some events aren’t as far away as we sometimes think of them as having been and some are much farther than we remember them as having been.
Reminds me of the guy who asked me if I could help keep Texas red and the look on his face when I said sunscreen helps prevent sunburns.
I am rolling down the highway staring at endless blue skies thinking about the adventures and opportunities that lie ahead.
I can keep going in one direction or I can choose another, if only Monty Hall would offer me a couple of bucks to see what is behind door number one.
*****
Sometimes we test out multiple formats and media because we know some people have lots of questions but can’t figure out if they want to ask them or just hover.
I understand, I have been the Phantom of the Opera, Casper the Friendly Ghost and the guy you still can’t get enough of.
Summer always makes me think of a few things from the past and things yet to be done.
When you gather around my grave eighty or ninety years from now know that the best stories will be lying inside that box with me, but boy were they ever fun.
If you are not living your life you are missing out.
*****
Forty-seven is crowing about the great deal he made with Iran but if the details are accurate he let the leading sponsor of terror put one over on him.
He let the Mad Mullahs murder thousands of their own people, create economic chaos all over and strengthened their resolve.
He let them come out the other side with nary a scratch from their perspective and potentially created more chaos for Israel.
The special relationship is likely broken now which sadly doesn’t surprise me. I told the MAGA MOT’s this was coming and that they would create chaos in the US and that ultimately the protection they thought he provided was fake.
It would be wonderful to find out I am wrong but I don’t think so.
From a different perspective this could benefit Israel in that one that isn’t encumbered by US pressure could ultimately become stronger. Many of its enemies have argued the without US backing it will fall.
I suspect they might rue seeing that relationship change because an unencumbered Israel may fight more ferociously which in theory could lead to a place where a real peace is more possible.
But we’re going to set aside that particular line of musing for a different day. Blame it on getting distracted by Neil Diamond’s I am…I Said.
And then I am distracted a second time thinking about how many times I have had the opportunity to count the cars on the New Jersey turnpike but never chose to do so.
Maybe I’ll go get a bowtie that is really a camera and go on my own walkabout looking for the moon rising over an open field.
Got a lust for life, I do. I am more myself than ever.
Leave a Reply