I love living in the past. Ok, lemme rephrase. I love remembering the past. Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away. Yes, this blog has cobwebs, but one might recall sometimes seeing the lyrics of a song, accompanied by a rather poor attempt at humor. I Googled for about an hour this morning, searching for an adequate, timely song about yesterday/this mindset. Gave up. They all touched on a former relationship - and whilst I've been there, it ain't why I find delight in (occasionally) dwelling in the past. Ok, scratch that. I'm addicted to the past, and scoff if you may, I don't find that such a bad thing.
Fun, smiles, giggles of yesteryear bring grins, happiness, and contentment of today. My/our worlds are a canvas, and it couldn't have been painted any better.
Are things, is life, perfect? Quoting my stepson, "Not no's, but hells no's"... So what Victor? What are you saying? I'm saying today's worries bring my eyes to closure to remember mom's pecan pies. Aunt Ethel's biscuits. Riding my bike to the City Park with my baseball glove on the handlebars. The crack of a bat. The
The worn out base paths in our front yard, and being thankful for parents who cared more about 'this seed', than any damn award-winning perfect lawn.
I remember, and am thankful for, all I learned in the early stages of school - and who nowadays looks at teachers/preteen kids and stops and thinks "they're learning things they'll take with them into the latter stages of their lives."? I do. And I smile, and relate.
I am thankful for friends, and the lesson, to have a friend, you gotta be a friend. After two days of silence, my phone finally received a text message the other day. OH BOY! Who? What? Event planned? "Just saying hi"? A life 'touch'? Will I see the word 'love'? Nuh uh, it was my cell phone provider relating they had just taken out fitty-two bucks to pay my monthly bill. Victor, you gotta be a friend to have a friend. Life reminders.
Yesterday my belly was flat, and I regret never standing, turning sideways, staring at the mirror with "HOLY SHIT! WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT!".. Ahh, yesterday.
This past weekend, our hometown abound with yesterday. Lined up around the town Square, 'kids' from the classes of 1930-something, to 1970-something. A walk around conjured many a mem... Or course, sometimes shocking to see aging's progression - but you can never take the kid outta one's heart. It was our sock hop with shoes and wrinkles. Our victory homecoming celebration, no matter the fact that tying our shoes has once again become a chore, like in first grade.
Jolt to today, 2014: Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be - There's a shadow hanging over me - Oh, yesterday came suddenly... And I'm so very glad it's there in the back of my brain.. to reflect, remember, enjoy, appreciate, LOVE the blood, sweat and tears.. to one day just let me go naturally. Victor, time out. That's 3 GD (gosh darn) songs in one blog. That's illegal today. Uh huh, sure, but this is about yesterday, sorry. My rules. I vote "get your own damn blog!"
Yesterday includes errors, mishaps, band aids, stitches, plaster casts, broken relationships, loss of loved ones, pets I canardly remember their names now - and all of the 365 times however many sunrises/sunsets we've been fortunate enough to witness.
Dont' think twice it's all right. (VICTOR! I give up!) No, yesterday wasn't perfect. Like I said (OH I hated when heard that!) the fun, smiles, giggles of yesteryear bring/have brought the grins, happiness, and contentment of today. Peace out. May your today bring tomorrow's grin. And if our memories one day dwindle, die out: then it's once again fun, being a kid, learning, Franklin School - here we come again!... Say, can you help me with this shoe?
Love, Victurd.
