Change. We don’t really like it - but it keeps us on our toes, and continually makes us adjust to life - which is always changing. Don’t believe change happens? Go to WalMart and try to find a waterbed heater. Go to Best Buy and try to find rabbit ears if ya ain’t got cable. Gee Wally, did those two things really happen? Yes, and screw you Eddy for laughing.
Late summer, and the livin’ is easy, kinda-sorta. If ya gotta hammock in the shade - ya pray for a breeze. Ya wear stuff that hopefully doesn’t show sweat when you’re sweaty. Ya get out and do, ‘cause ya know change is around the corner.
Shortsleeve crap is on sale in the stores, Pro football has already cranked up - and youth everywhere are readying themselves for a fall of football. Your favorite baseball team by now is either outta it, or in the thicka it.
As miserable as the intense heat can be, by God it’s summertime, and we’re gonna get out there. One more trip to the Lake. One more dip in the pool. Perhaps a last float trip. Water on the grass to extend it’s perennial life. Hack away now before the dust settles in on the golf clubs until late March…
Transition. Seasons. Life. Relationships. Work. Family. Friends. Neighborhoods. Neighbors. Plans. Goals. Plan B’s, Plan C’s. Defeats. Victories.
To repeat what momma said, “the secret to success is how you deal with Plan B.” Change. Adaptation. Gas, $2.65 a gallon. Gas, $3.19 a gallon. Milk/eggs, holy shit. Breakfast at HyVee up 150%. Holy shit.
Millions of Eskimos are saying “what change?”.. Reid and Soayna look out at the ocean blue, the waves, and say “what change?.. The 19 year old in Bagdad, asleep with his uni on, hugging his gun - wants change.
The married guy on the internet on the dating site for “friends with beni’s” wants change, but he ain’t got a good Plan B. The guy or gal in the wheelchair would love change - but they adapt instead.
The guy who transferred his family of six to Toledo, OH for $15K more a year - deals with the fact he’s changed his entire family’s life. The 51 year old guy who, just one week before was studying his 401K online, gets his walking papers, climbs into his $350 a month car, drives home to his $1300 a month house - and must deal with change.
The pair who were lost, and found one another at a ripe old age. The change of waking up with a smile, quenched, lost in love - a good change. Fielding that call “we’d like to offer you the position of…….”… Change. Good change.
John the penny man - his loop around the city to scarf up change.
Peeking in the undie drawer, no change. Shit. Time for laundry. Now where’d I put that change?
Changing a behavior, very difficult. Trying to get a son, daughter, sibling, parent to change a behavior - even tougher.
I love summer. Changes everything. As I age, and perhaps change, fall has just about become my fav. Repeating, Bill Cosby says “October is my favorite time of year… cause the flies get slow.” Fall likens life. There’s increased admiration for the day because you know shit is ahead.
Somehow, please try to make it through the remainder of the summer wouldya? I know it’ll be tough when you’re behind that lady in the tank top at the Piggly Wiggly and she must bend down to get the items outta her basket. Or, you chickies at WalMart who are forced to be behind the stallion in line in his gym shorts, tanned, and muscles stickin’ out allover.
Change is wonderful. Change sucks. We never have enough change. There’s always too much change. Don’t stand in the way of progress. Please don’t rain on my parade. I like the heat. I like the cool. I hate the shit. I love to sweat. Sweating is gross.
May you love life and it’s wonderful changes. Change the sheets often wouldya? If they’re ‘decorated’, I hate your guts you lucky bastard. Change someone’s face to a smile. Give yours so maybe it’ll change theirs.
Fastballs, curveballs, knucklers, splitters…. Change ups… Life, in the batter’s box, is grand.
Loveya, Victurd.
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