Change, that's what.
That's life. Scram Frank, this is my blog.
Change: your oil..... furnace filters.... clocks, soon, Sunday, November 3rd, Spring Forward, Fall back...... no forgetty the batteries on your smoke detectors. (Clock in your car, no touchy, it will finally be correct again.)
24 days to pay dayum close attention to all the "My name is Slim Shady.".. no.. that ain't it... well... kinda sorta.. "My name is (enter political hopeful whose mudslinging ad just ended) and I approve this message." 24 days to watch, listen, mebbe change your mind. HA
Tadpoles. Stock market. 'I JUST bought you new shoes four months ago!" said by most every parent of a snotnose a growin. "I JUST bought you new shoes 2 days ago!" Ferdinand Marcos.
Nursery. Crib. "Big Boy (or Girl) bed." Shared, mebbe. Dorm. Apartment. Duplex. Small house. Lucky ones, 4BR house. Old ones, gimme a ranch please, two BR's is fine just in case whatshisname comes back again. Senior housing, Assisted care. OK OK VICTOR, we knew the rest, tyvm."
"True life is lived when tiny changes occur." Leo Tolstoy
OK, you can come in the sandbox with me, but keep ur grubby hands off my shovel. Oh OK, we'll take turns.
Jack and Diane diddy. They're 13, classmates. Each, dropped off on Friday night at the AMC bigscreen, he, with enough dough for two medium popcorns , 2 sodas, she, funds for two tickets. Somewhere between previews, start of movie.. the denouement (end of movie.. I know, I ain't neva' heard of it before, I was gonna use climax, but that sounded kinda perverted so I Googled 'whadda ya call the enda the movie?".) Anyways, Jack smooched Diane. Coulda been the other way around. OMG. Mr.Tolstoy, nail on head. Life, as we know it, changed, ne'er the same.
Music damnit Victor, music. OK OK.
ABCDEFG..... Head and Shoulders knees and toes knees and toes. Ohhhhhhh, who lives in a pineapple under the sea..... On a sunset hill of glory (or whatever your cruddy HS alma mater is//was)... The times they are'a changin'.. right Bob? Turn Turn Turn (to everything there is a season.)_
Change of heart.. chunk'a change.. Ask Sherwin-Williams.. A leopard can't change it's spots, but wow, a side of (enter name here) we ain't seen before. Change channel.. Change jobs, addy's, cars, hairstyle, hair color, clothes, undies, sheets, the arrangement of furniture. DAMNIT Hazel, I just tripped over the ottoman.
Change up. Baseball Ray, but now it's football (at least here, our city, your team still going, kudos.). Not futbol, that's anudder sport.
Change colleges: I got a hangnail. Coach left. NIL not enough. This offense ain't for me. Dad said I should be playing more. They've got cooler uni's. Too close to home. Too far from home. I wanna play D1. I wanna dominate, going to D2.
Loose change, chump change, small change, make change, shortchanged, I'll gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today. ($.29, millions sold at McDonalds, or so the sign said. Victor, get with the program, they stopped doing that when you were fitteen.)
'Change the way you look at things and the things you look at change." Wayne W. Dyer
I really reallly like that one. I also have really enjoyed aging. Mostly. Blessed might be a better word. I cringe every time I learn of someone that wasn't afforded as much time as I. Not fair.
Aging changes you to not get your dander up about so much.... but too, on the other hand, we are (muchly) set in our ways, beliefs, dig heels in. Aging allows us to think before we act. Interview ourselves, so to speak, about how we feel, what we should say, if anything.
Aging brings smiles easier. Little ones, yes, beloved snotnoses, are even more adoring, of course, especially them there ones with our blood line.
Aging gives us a broadened focus on time. TikTok. No, that ain't it. I mean, tick tock.
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