My grandfather ZL” used to say that you cannot screw an old head on young shoulders. He was so right. I miss him still and always will, but at the same time I always feel his presence.
He also used to tell me that life is not a sprint, but a marathon. He was so right, but it is still so hard for me to be truly patient.
I should be more patient with my posts. Some of them should and could be so much better. All I need to is spend more time rewriting them, but I just don’t want to. I don’t really know why, but I really find it hard to force myself to spend time polishing them.
Been at the beach a half dozen times recently. I parked my car and sat on the sand and listened to the sound of the sea. Had a strong urge to go sailing, I still have such wanderlust.
My daughter gives the best hugs. She just throws that little body into it. I love her so much. I love how she puts her head on my shoulder and goes to sleep. So much trust and so much faith in me. It is an awesome responsibility.
My son does it too. It is hard to believe that these little guys look at me as having all of the answers. They are growing so quickly.
If one more person tells me that I need to give to charity XYZ because of the season I may have to punch them in the nose. Screw the bleeping season, give because it feels right. Besides where are these people the rest of the year.
I wonder how the survivors of the tsunami are doing. Hundreds of thousands of people died. Amazing to think about how one moment they were here and in the next they were gone. Mother Nature reminds us all the time about how small we are.
Feels like more than a couple of bloggers are hanging up their hats, or at least giving it all a rest. And I am still here. I don’t say that to gloat, not in the slightest. I say it because I have had this feeling for years now that I would be one of those people who would watch all of their friends die.
Maybe it is because of the longevity in my family. Maybe it is because both of my grandfathers discussed how hard it was to see so many friends and family pass on. And maybe it is because I have already lost several friends, but I just see it happening to me too.
G-d willing I’ll live a thousand years in good health and so will the people I care about.
Taped Brokeback Mountain this evening. If I get a few moments I’ll try watching it later this week.
I was glad to hear that the trainer was ok. What a scary experience. Think about how big a whale is. It is one of those situations in which you realize that you don’t always have as much control as you might like to think you do.
But at least he didn’t smoke crack and get attacked by an alligator.
There is more to say, but it is far too late to keep writing.