I wiped out much of Carly's song below. This ain't a love blog. Well, it is, but, not that kind. I wiped out the 'with you' parts.
We can never know about the days to come,
But we think about them anyway
Mebbe life is the ole "hurry up and wait" kinda thing eh? Sports, health, politics, whereinthehelltheRoyalsandChiefs are gonna be (I know, I know, most don't care).. the price of tea in China, interest rates (older I get, more discretion it seems, I ain't got much interest in much)..
Anticipation,
Anticipation is making me late,
Is keeping me waiting
What are YOU curious about in your future? Who's bingeing what on Netflix? Are they still young enough to 'Netflix and chill?'.. What's left in the fridge? Bank balance(s)? Gonna rain? The sun'll come out tomorrow.. unless ya live in parts of Alaska... is that now? Do you anticipate a nap?
Do you participate in smalltalk? I wonder if Shaq does? Kareem? The 'de plane, 'de plane guy? Devito? You're in an aisle seat, do you hope neither wants to?
Anticipation
Anticipation is making me late
Is keeping me waiting
Anticipation is making me late
Is keeping me waiting
Do you lay awake thinking 1,279 miles until I need an oil change? Whointhehell's birthday is it this month? When's the next full moon? Is tomorrow a flip or a change day? (Undies).
I've noticed...... our local news here has kinda reduced themselves to two modes. One, "BREAKING NEWS" and two, "WEATHER IMPACT DAY!". Does that make one think "Chicken Little" or, "WHAT? WHAT? TELL ME MORE?" I've gotten to the point, sorry, of kinda yawning.
I stink it up at the casino. Ain't very good anticipating 'hit, double down or stay', 'red or black' in roulette, 'is that dude bluffing?', and......damnit darnit, WHY didn't I hit "max bet" before I spun them wheels?
You ever hit a golf ball, anticipate where it's going before you hit it, and, it don't turn out like you anticipated? You ever get in a relationship, anticipate 'oh baby this could be good' and that ain't how it turns out? Or, "there's no way this will work", and it does?
Do meteorologists, weather dudes, dudettes, live by diffen't rules? I mean, like, in 3rd grade (Victor, when you were struggling with you C+/M+ crap) they were let off the hook when they scored fitty percent? Is there a correlation between them and The Little Engine that (maybe) could? (It's that 'think' part that bugs me.)
When things don't go the way you anticipated, do you.......... deep breath "Oh well"... Pound your fist, get red in the face, say things like "Don't you know who I am" , or, "I'M A PEOPLE PERSON FOR BEHOOGITY SAKES, BUT, YOU DON'T UNNERSTAND, I NEED THINGS TO GO MY WAY!
As I age, I'm finding I don't anticipate much excitement ahead, or, maybe I mean not getting all excited, bent outta shape, I dunno.
Fitty years ago....... how many years ago Victor? OK, 54 years ago, the excitement that accompanied the anticipation of a Friday night - usedta include, new duds, a splash of English Leather, $5 gas at the Robo Car Wash/Gas Station, a full car'a friends.. Shakey's (or Kelso's) Pizza... visions of sugarplums and a hunnnerd fitty beauties my/our age.
Now, Friday night is Mayberry RFD reruns (they're still wunnerful), yesterday's shirt with a baby splotch of dried salsa on it (eh, who cares), popcorn, soda pop, ignoring 4 texts, 2 phone calls... 'later... I'll get to 'em later. I anticipate they'll call (or text) back if it's urgent. Buy a police scanner Victor, spice your life up.
These are the good old days
And stay right here 'cause these are the good old days
These are the good old days
These are the good old days
These are the good old days
These are the good old days
And stay right here 'cause these are the good old days
These are the good old days
These are the good old days
These are the good old days
These are the good old days
Them days were good. These day's are good.
Victor, this specific blog ain't very good. I'd put it in the bottom fitty all-time. I'm sorry. I'll do better tomorrow. I promise.
Victurd, you're so vain. I don't anticipate it. WHY did I decide to 'friend' this guy again?
Forward by Jeane Dixon,
Love, Victurd
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