March 7, 2005

After my morning shower, as I was drying off, I caught my reflection in the mirror. That view caused me to reflect and to acknowledge just how much time changes all things. So many things that were back when, just aren't anymore. Heck, as I looked in the mirror at my oversized life carrier with the big handles, I noticed I didn't even know what is hip anymore. Cool was not a word I or anyone used way back in my earlier years and as I looked in the mirror, thinking about the meaning, it isn't a word I could use at this time either. Lots of folks loose height as they age but unfortunately that isn't all. The big body and the oversized jowls worked good to minimize the prominence of my nose but as my eyes traveled, it saddened me as I was forced to realize that I'm just not the man I used to be.

Yesterday was a good day! We stayed home, only going out to do the walk. A good walk was made even better by the finding of twelve golf balls. An unpleasant aspect of the walk was the damn wind blowing me hurryingly along going, then with my pockets full of balls creating a larger target, impeding my return. Overall I still enjoyed it. How can working your body, mostly from the butt down stimulate ones mind anyway? Butt head really means something doesn't it.

In 25 to 28 days we're going to be heading out of here! Personally I'm looking forward to getting home. Home is where my heart is and I'm thinking that this heartless bunch of odd stackers out here are all from somewhere else too. They didn't bring their heart along either or they would let a person win a tiny bit once in awhile during one of their robbery session. It takes a dummy to stick his hand in a fire a second time after he had been burned once. A real dumb-ass goes back a second and possibly a third time. We represent the dumbest of the dumb asses, going back time and time again! unbelievably we enjoy it. Does that make us a pair of masochists?

I'm sure today will include a trip to Sam's Town and probably the Gold Rush. One little day of rest and the pain and agony of the burns have faded somewhat being replaced by a wish for revenge. Yeah, go get'em big boy!

"Each player must accept the cards life deals him or her. But once they are in hand, he or she alone must decide how to play the cards in order to win the game." -- Voltaire