Are we there yet, huh, are we are we?

What are your plans?

Are you like me.. same ole same ole stuff pretty much every day?

Enlighten me... is your brain exploring Booking.com for your dreams, desires, bucket list stuff?

Me, I've got a baby affliction (it ain't bad, I've just slowed down, have to chase slower women now), but, to that end, I'll play golf anytime, any temp, condition, because I can see, envision, know 'it's' coming (the day I eventually cant.) Stuff like that cross your brain, play into your plans?

I hope my buddy Randy won't whack me, and I don't think he will.  For quite a few years now, he's posted these really cool videos of his hound, Buddy, winding in and out of forest paths, by, around, over, through creeks (Randy follows with his all terrain,  GoPro camera) for the express purpose, intent of fun, exploration, and, grabbing the nicest stick to bring home, navigate back thru the woods. .. Randy's latest post, he wrote:

"Some things never change. Even though he’s getting older, he’s still a kid at heart. I hope we can all relate. We don’t need to grab the biggest stick anymore. Just grabbing a stick with a purpose in mind will give us pleasure. My purpose is the fire pit and his purpose is to keep me having to sharpen my mower blades. 🤣😂😜."

You go Buddy!  And Randy, you continue to follow, video as we all enjoy immensely!

Are you.... yes, you. Still a kid at heart?

Are you OK if your quest doesn't involve the biggest stick any longer?

Do you think, as you wind thru the roads of life, ie, following Buddy, playing golf, hitting the hay at night for that smooch and "night night", do you, in the back of your mind, think about knowing 'that day' will come, THUS, gaining a heightened appreciation,  vote of thanks for the ability to enjoy same ole same ole?

I sure as heck do.  Life can be a struggle.  

It is said, in golf, if you mentally think about your every move, you're toast.

While I very much struggle in golf (and don't really care that I do), knowing that last round will one day happen gives perfect impetus to put a smile on my face and fend off being a sour puss! And....hells to the nos I ain't perfect, SURE I slip.

I hope, I/we do the same (enjoy, appreciate, are thankful) as we wind these trails. 

Life is, can be, fulla shoulda woulda coulda.  Oh the games people play now (you? Me? Mebbe we slip up sometimes) resort to "ain't it awful?"... "Why me?".. yada.

Even with all the (sorry about the French) political shit we've endured the last however many years... 

There ain't no place better than here, today.

Lucky, we are.

Remind me from time to time, wouldya?

Keep chasing that stick Buddy...

Love, Victurd