I love being the kind of man who comes home, places his keys
and wallet in the same place (usually), hangs his leather jacket with the
ancient church pamphelets tucked in the inner breast pocket (all of which I
inherited as a package deal from a late friend; an older, wiser dude), hangs
his hat next to the jacket, greets his wife and pets, and promptly knocks out a
few chores before sitting down to a home cooked meal.
There are other variables to this routine that come in and
out of the ebb and flow of my weekday. For example: attending class when
appropriate, stopping to get worms for the gecko, plucking grass and weeds for
the tortoise, picking up the wife's perscriptions from the pharmacy (soon to be
obsolete thanks to mail-order autofill service), picking up and dropping off
piles of various books and media at the library, and perhaps picking up dinner.
All in all, though, these tasks are merely off-shoots and repeats of a short
list of situations that I've grown comfortable with and cycle through in my not-young-anymore
age.
My wife loves me, I love her. My pets seems to adore me
(although we live with two members of a species I'm convinced knows nothing of
love nor do they care to learn: felines), and I'm tickled pink by them (yes,
even the cats, but especially the dogs). My career is another story, but I'm
always a work in progress in that department and I'm not settled just yet. I
have friends (perhaps not many but just enough) that I consider simply the best
people I could have in my life and if you knew them, you might just envy me.
Unfortunately, I may not have the time I'd like to to spend with them, but when
we do get to come together, it's always a grand event.
My hair may have given up on me long ago, but I can grow one
hell of a beard to counter what my scalp may lack. I certainly have many more
reasons to be thankful than I have reasons to complain. One does find a way,
though. I'm conscious that I should truly minimize my bitching, but how could I
appreciate the good in my life if I don't acknowledge the bad, right? Let's not
dwell on that just this moment, though. I enjoy myself enough to make up for
what others might not see in me. I consider myself a music aficionado who is
absolutely starving for more knowledge and when I find it, I gobble it up
hungrily.
All of these extravagant words simply to say that I
appreciate life, all who I share mine with and...say...heard any good tunes
lately? Whenever I have thoughts loud enough to be written out, I think of this song:
