Despite my history of bad habits, I am still running around, writing blog posts, working for a living, carving, and gardening. Every day, I get up and feel grateful that at seventy-eight I am still running around despite my “dirty life and times.”
Regular readers of this blog know that I am fully repentant of my earlier misdeeds. However, there is a certain amount of residual pleasure in recounting them. Hell, it keeps the blood pressure from plunging. In black and white, there are more than musical reasons why Warren Zevon is one of my favorite musicians. I hear some of his songs, and the memories rush in.
It’s true, I am married to a saint of a woman…she puts up with me. She even knows about most of my escapades. I think she may not want her faith shaken by learning all.
This morning, I was listening to a public radio segment about elderly daycare. Many of the attendees were my age. It raised the question of whether my dissipated past helped, shall we say, immunize me against decrepitude or if it was just stupid blind luck. Probably luck.
So with regard to what I’d like to be doing more of? Well, I’m pretty happy as it is. and if it is luck that got me this far, I’m not going to push it looking for a fancy cruise, million dollars or other fancy stuff. I’m standing pat.
Onward!


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