So I'm sitting here this beautiful bright morning. I am not outside enjoying the early morning Sun while beginning the inevitable Spring Clean Up I always turn into Summer Clean Up. If I do one thing well, it is my well honed ability to hold things not just until tomorrow, but often until Hell freezes over. If hearings were held, my darling wife would be the first to testify.
Okay, so we all know I am a slacker. In my defense though, at least I am not a murderer, solo or mass. I obey most traffic laws. I indulge in spirits only occasionally. And I still have hair on my head. Wouldn't you say this multitude of positive traits somehow balances the scale?
Yeah, yeah. My wife doesn't think so either. Jeezum. What's it take to make a positive impression these days?
I read somewhere that as we age, time actually does slow down for us. Or put a different way, old fogies don't slow down, the World speeds up. That there are measurable changes in how old fart brains function and how young punk brains function.
I wonder how much money we wasted on studies, measurements, diagnostic tests to tell us something that has been obvious for I am guessing forever? I guess it's not a fact until we have spent multi millions on it.
I'm sorry but I really do need to cut this short. That warm sun beating through my dusty window is just too appealing. Think I'll find that lawn chair I left in the yard last Fall and set it up next to the Well and suck on my coffee as I consider how much yard work I can skip in the next few hours.
Image - My Grandmother(father's side) as a new bride. I would guess around 1900 - 1902. My dad was born in 1905 and you know those Victorian White Folk, had to get wound up before any sparks flew in the bedroom.