Too deep...........

I'm weird, but, that's a given. In life there are collectors.  Coins, stamps, baseball cards, LP albums, video games, action figures, and money.

Me?  I, oddly, 'enjoy' reading obits, collecting memories of folks and their lives, is fascinating.  It's little to give in one's life - to not have known them, but, to dedicate two minutes to read five or six paragraphs depicting who, what, where, when of their footsteps here.

 I can just see mine.  "He played TOO MANY softball games."  I know, by that time, I'd be too damn stiff, or, perhaps "to everything, urn urn urn" by then, I'd be unable to raise an arm and holler "BS", but, would if I could.  How'd Bill Medley say it? "Now I've, had, the time of my life.."

"TOO DEEP" is a saying by an umpire...  a slopitch umpire (and I never really knew, know how to spell slowpitch slow pitch slopitch and don't care).. but, when a ball travels over the plate, but, too far back to be a strike, he hollers "TOO DEEP."  It was a friendly saying to fellow simpletons who played too many games as well.  Oh well.  Scroll to raised arm, BS, I had the time of my life.

NOW, when I look at obits, anytime I see an obit of someone born after me, it's "NOOOOO!  TOO YOUNG!"........  Watching the news, I have extreme difficulty looking at pics of fallen policemen/women, soldiers.. NO!  SAY IT AIN'T SO.  NOT FAIR. DIDN'T DESERVE. WHY?  The same (I can't look) when a child is involved, be it a stray bullet from one they didn't even know, or, at the hands of domestic abuse, aka, killer.  It's all, too deep.  As for pics of killers.  I can't look. The Good Book speaks to judgment, hate.  Too hard for me.

Rearrange this blog Victor, we no likey. Thanks, me neither.

Too fun:  Dogs. Cats. Good friends. Firepits. Barn doors open. Nylon undies static clung to a dress. Unintended farts. Hot chocolate/winter day.  Cold beer/hunnerd out.  Relatives.  Cars that start.  Every successful 'trip' over three inch 'ledge/divider' tween bathroom floor and shower.  "Can't wait to hear" after name you like pops up on caller ID.  Compliments, both directions. Smiles, whenever, however for whatever reason.

Howabout Goldilocks?  Porridge too hot, too cold... chairs, too big, too wide... bed... too hard, too soft.  Sometimes, just right happens.  

So, in our quest for finding, sucking up good - we dive into the pool.  Careful, can't be too shallow.  We make, keep friends, unless, we find one a bit too shallow.  In a casual setting with friends, we pick a place to sit.  If we find one that is........ too loud... talks a bit too much... talks about folks that ain't there too much... are 'right' too often (a hunnerd percent in their brains) next time, we choose not to sit anywhere close to them. Live, learn.  Ain't that what life's about? 

In spitea you basta's (said too lovingly) occasionally calling me a misogynist, I'd MUCH RATHER sit within a group of ladies...say... like, after golf, than to sit, visit with the same ole fuddy duddy guys I grew up with.  Aside from 'much more appealing to look at', funner to listen to.  One thing though I've noticed, and yes, I've prolly said it before.  After us fuddy duddies finish golf of Mondays, the ladies league is by then gathering on the back deck to play.  Twenty or so of 'em.  I LOVE IT.  Fun to watch, listen, say 'howdy'. I will say though, if there's twenty of em, seemingly, twenty of 'em are talking. which, tells my brain "too many" and, asks, who's then listening? 

Retirement is ALL ABOUT "Too".  Hey, that's too many small chocolate donuts (who cares), you've already slept 8 and half hours today and it's only noon (who cares, watch me nap).. You're forgetting you're on Social Security, you've overspent this month, put your (billfold/purse) back, who cares, my grandchild wants it, I'll figure it out later. 

Too tired.  Sounds like 'too much fun', LET'S GO!  Too far to drive (we'll Uber then, split the costs).  Too late, can't.  BS, Get up offa the couch, let's go you can sleep till noon if you want.

Sounds too dangerous..  Shuddup and put your seatbelt on.  But, but, but, what if the parachute packer has a bad day?

I fall in love too quick. No, you fall in infatuation too quick.  It's when that parachute don't open you fall too quick, oops.

Too cold. Wear a jacket.  Too many steps. Take the elevator. Too loud, wear earbuds.  Bad neighborhood, what if we get lost?  We gots GPS.

The Royals have lost TOO MANY this year, I don't wanna go.  Shuddup, go to the closet, grab your Royal's shirt.  It's too small now.  We'll go to Rally House, get another.  Cost too much.  We'll go to dead people's store, get another, I'm buying.  It's too far to walk.  Hush, bring  your handicap placard, we're on the front row.

Thirteen dollars a beer?  THAT'S TOO MUCH.  Quuuiiisssshhhhh, man that tastes good.  Just one or two though. Don't worry, long time "too many."  Besides, I already walk funny, don't needs me no beer to do that.

The Golden years.  Too fun. Everything, our beck and call.  Too many dadgum good friends to meet, see, talk to them all. Try your best. Text, message, call, go see.

I owe tooooo much to you all for being here, reading.  It makes writing, fun.  There is sooooooooooooooo much good in life.  Too much to see, not enough time to do so............but by golly, let's try.

Forward by Desmond Too Too

Were you aware too too (tutu) means Grandma in Hawaiian? Too fun.  Victor, you tell 'em, we'll decide if too fun or not.

Too deep.  I'm getting a lifejacket.

Love, Victurd