Must be the season of the witch……

When I look out my window
Many sights to see
And when I look in my window
So many different people to be
That it's strange
So strange

You've got to pick up every stitch
You've got to pick up every stitch
You've got to pick up every stitch
Oh no
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch

Tonight I gotta email from onea the bud’s that departed our company. Sure, the times are still fresh - and the email was like we’d just high fived each other ten minutes ago.. But now change confronts us…..

As much as we all seek the daily grind - to keep things status quo good - there always is change in life…

I truly have a remarkable memory for names and faces from friends of the past from school, work, softball teams, organizations I’ve belonged to… but throughout - there’s constant change we must get used to….

We have our constants… always family… and usually one or two very very close friends… My best friend is Sanford - and whilst someone once said “that’s not a true friendship” (due to periodic lapses thru the years for numerous reasons - never in conflict) when my friend Sanford and I are together - it’s like it was 40 years ago.. Or 30... Or 20... There’s never nerves involved, never lack of things to say… Each and every time we meet, it’s like 1968 allover again…

Often, life’s changes smack us right in the face. A quick change to another job… death, even, happens… We’re left to pickup the pieces and move on.. And there’s that emptiness so epitomized by the geese flying in formation with a space open for the one that departed….

There are lucky ones… one’s whose careers are long-term.. Whose family has longevity… God Bless them… We don’t envy - we’re simply happy for them….

Spousal/partner change… that’s truly a “holy shit what happened” eye-opening event… Ya go from breaking bread, fanning farts, sharing the agreed music station in the car, washing their grimy undies, observing their happiness, sadness, what perks them.. Sharing their friends/family.. They become your friends/family.. And then WHAMMO… gone… Must be the season of the witch….

Relocation is a biggie in fucking with our brains.. EVERYTHING changes….In this day and age of “instant touch” thru cell, text, email, web cam, whatever, it just ain’t the same…

You yourself… think back…. Who were your friends five years ago? Ten? Twenty? Did you unfortunately lose any loved ones of late?.. The times, they area changin’…

What’s the purpose to all this? The message? I wish I had answers…

My take (and again, I write this crap to talk to myself mainly) is we should suckup each and every day - each and every interaction opportunity - for we have no idea when the situation, surroundings, players on the scorecard - will change…

You’ve got to pickup every stitch….

Must be the season of the witch…

When we look out our windows.. What do you think we will see? So many different people to be…It's strange …Sure it's strange…

Reckon it’s the quilt of life. Life’s kinda like Red Rover Red Rover send Tommy right over… Clinch (tightly) the hands of your loved ones… friends… for we won’t be on the same team forever and ever.. . Build bonds of strength.. Even though they may not be tremendously vested…

We’ve got to pickup every stitch… Must be the season of the witch... May you have peace in change….. Love, Victurd.