Thoughts 18 Nov 2006 01:20 pm
I’m writing this because I told Rich I would.
I started out the day with an absolutely brilliant idea for this blog, now I’m just sitting here wondering what I’m going to eat for lunch.
I knew I didn’t need to make notes to myself, because the concept was so simple. Now I’m having a day long senior moment, and I’ll be damned if I can remember what I was going to write about.
I’m on the wrong side of fifty and at the end of the day, my feet hurt, my back hurts, and my head hurts. When I get up in the middle of the night, I sound like a bowl of Rice Crispies that’s gone over to the dark side.
I no longer chase 20 year olds, because, sooner or later, you have to talk to them, besides which, the 20 year olds who are interested in a fifty year old are just looking for a sugar daddy.
Man are they looking at the wrong guy.
I have a dozen or so guitars that I refuse to get rid of. I no longer play, because of the arthritis in a couple of fingers, and yet I’m looking at an Ovation Legend 1867 ultra shallow.
I finally sold my old scooter, she’s a 64 panhead, I already miss her, but riding solo in this town is just too exciting for me.
I still look at sailboats, but I’m too far from the ocean and I don’t enjoy sailing this lake anymore, besides, the ones I want start at over $100k.
I’m living alone, but this means I can hog the covers, not do the dishes and leave my airless paint sprayer in the middle of the living room.
This is not really a bitch, it’s just a bit of rambling by a guy who still can’t remember WTF he was going to write.
My life would make a great country song, and I’d do it all over, mistakes and all, only the next time I wouldn’t open that damn door.
I’m growing older but not up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
So let the winds of change blow over my head
I’d rather die while I’m living then live while I’m dead
(Gowing older but not up, Jimmy Buffett)