I was thinking of a song last night. I thought about the intro of a bluesy riff that began with the words, “I am an old woman named after my mother. My old man was another child that’s grown old.”
Then I thought about the next line which is, “If dreams were thunder, lightning was desire, this old house would have burned down a long time ago.”

I have never been sure what happens to time. I only know that it moves fast when you wish things could slow down. I know that it was just yesterday that I was so much younger. The world was a different place to me. The City was like a romance novel with wild, unexpected turns. There was action and suspense. There was drama and tragedy, comedy, thrillers and times when Central Park held a different sense of dignity to me. 

Understand something . . . 
There is nothing wrong with self preservation. Love is love but sometimes the best way to love someone is to understand that staying away is the best idea.

Make no mistake that life and love will not come with casualties. We all go through our moments of separation. We all experience the divides in relationships and we all have someone that we are not supposed to be divided from, but yet, we are.

There is a lengthy argument that comes with the idea of trade workers and white collar positions, in which social snobbery takes hold. Then we somehow give into the social programming that separates us in levels of importance due to financial earnings. Meanwhile, none of this is actually true. We’re all small, little beings, running around on a big ball we know as Project Earth.

There’s not much left of what used to be.
I mean, think about it another way. Today is Monday. We have gone through countless Mondays before but this one is exceptionally different.

As a matter of fact, let’s see . . .
I have been alive for 17,456 days which means this Monday will be my 2,493rd Monday on Project Earth. This means I have taken approximately 376 million breaths since then and walked somewhere close to 254 million steps, which means I’ve traveled 108,204 miles, which means I’ve walked around the world to an estimated equivalent of 43 times. 

Sure, I know about God. I talk to God all the time, although, the truth is I’m never too sure who I’m talking to.
Is it God? Or is this just me talking to myself?

There is something to be said about showing up. There is more to be said about showing up on a daily basis and finishing the game, win or lose, no matter what.
There is something to be said about the willingness to compete and the drive to stay motivated, even when the outcome is lost.
I admire this.
There is something about looking at the scoreboard and seeing how far down the team is, but yet, the heart of the player is still alive, still beating, and still playing as if victory was well within reach. 

There was a small pond just around the backside of a little compound where I stayed a few times. The compound was a circular lot with A-frame cottages that pre-date the year I was born. Perhaps the place predated my birth by at least a decade or possibly more. The old cottages were quaint and small with the original decorations. I suppose the years and age had changed the place.
The resort was built to accept the run-offs and overflows of people looking for an alternative to hotels and the Pocono ski resorts. The amenities were antiquated at best but the fireplace was good. The cottages were nowhere near the five-star experience but the atmosphere was warm and kind.

It was raining before sunrise this morning. I could hear the sound of raindrops falling onto the dome skylights on the top of my roof. It was quiet though and peaceful as ever. The gloom in the sky began to show proof of light, and soon enough, I knew the sunshine would return.
The sun is up now. The sky is beginning to show segments of clearing, which I hope to see more of as the day progresses.
The robins are awake now. I can hear them chirping from the wooded section of my property, which is modest and quaint but decent in size.

I admit it . . .
I am not proud of this but I admit to the pandemic pounds. I admit to the sad attraction to horrible reality shows, which aren’t really real, but yet, I watch them and talk to the television.
I find myself asking questions like, “What are you, stupid?” and getting into these shows which are literally a sad reflection of our society,
Then I laugh at myself. But hey, in times like now, distractions can be lifesaving.