Time

Time.

Four little letters that tend to mean so much, but are so ignored.
 
All this talk about prostates, hemorrhoids and failing vision (none of which presently are afflictions of mine) have me thinking about time and how fast it actually goes by. 

Yesterday I was in high school.  Full of piss and vinegar and loaded for bear (or perhaps "bare" is more appropriate.

Yesterday afternoon I was graduating college, which was a blur of work, fun, study and.....and....wait....I know I am forgetting something....

Last night I was starting my second job after college.  Not taking shit from anyone and moving up the ladder because I did my job and did not play politics.  

At about bar time this morning I was quitting my job and moving home to a new job that I had been waiting for for years.  Two little kids and a wife that worked just as hard (actually I would argue harder) than I did. 

This morning my kids are graduating from the same high school I graduated from yesterday.  We are full of hope for them both.  Tech school and college bound.  Excited.  Full of my own memories from college...wait...now I am nervous.

At lunch, my nervousness proves to be prophetic and hopes for education are pretty much smashed.  But life in general (minus this issue) is still pretty damn good.

At supper, I reconnected with a several old friends who I have never actually met but who mean the world to me.

Simple things are sometimes the most satisfying.  We all need a bit more time to appreciate them.

Getting Old... The Irony

When I was younger....

Ok. Wait.  Let's be clear about this.  I'm 46.  By no means does that make me old.  By my calculations, based on my family's history, I have at least 35 more years on this planet.  And considering that I've been an adult for about 35 years...   Is say that makes me at least 15 years away from old.

Ok then.

When I was younger, I didn't have to worry about my prostate, or hemorrhoids, or flipping up my glasses to read a damn menu.  Nope.  I took it all for granted.

But I was also clueless.  I was so clueless that I took chances that I never should have taken...  and most of them paid off.

And how is it that I never noticed how many beautiful women there are in the world?   Damn.

Do I regret only having bedded one of them?   No.  Life is to short for regrets.  But if I knew then what I know now...

But I guess that's my point.

It's been said that youth is wasted on the young.  No it isn't.  The young are too dumb to realize what they have and they need the cover of healthy bodies and naive confidence.  

It's a good thing.  

And thank God for young youthful bodies.   At least the female ones.  :)

Community Sharing

Ok.   What's this all about?

The answer is simple, and fairly typical from me: whatever you want it to be about.

It was Kit who gave me the idea when she posted her own blog, which is more or less geared towards the life of a high functioning aspie.  Come to think if it, I should check her most recent post.

Anyhoo...  this blog space is meant to be a community space for those of us that need to or have a compulsion to share.  It's a place to vent, tell jokes, make friends or editorialize about life...

There are no rules other than the implied expectation of respect.  If you want to invite someone, have them send me an email.

Sounds simple.  Let's give it a whirl.