Yesterday was a splendid sort of day, temp’s were forgiving and it was a nice day to get outside. I had to do the wheel thing (Friday post) with my truck and there close by is a small park, so I kind of gravitated over there, to sit for awhile and soak it all in. The only pressing concern for the entire day was the wheel installation and three letters with windows on them (bills) to stuff in the box at the post office.
It’s a tough job … but someone has to do it.
One of those rare Oklahoma days where you do not have to concern yourself with the ugliness of the political climate in our country. That special time of the day, when you just know that the telephone isn’t going to ring, why people who send you all these stupid insipid emails are not going to bother you. Folks who when you return the courtesy of a reply, you never hear from them again.
Stuff like that.
I would almost swear I heard a Robin singing, the first one of spring, but I am not sure, my hearing having disappeared a long, long time ago, to rattling freight trains and screeching tight curves and steel on steel. Age will do that, take a little from you a little bit at a time.
Several small children there, a couple of girls and a few boys. The girls are such a treasure, so sweet, so kind, quiet, soft giggles and nice laughs. The boys on the other hand, are loud and raucous, they are suspended almost as if they are Apes swinging from some make believe jungle canopy, diving from the top of anything they can find and they are competing with each other to see who can garner the most injuries or stop just short of killing themselves.
As I watched them intently and studied their every move I heard the words to a quote I had heard a long time, resonate inside my head. I think it was Margaret Mead that said: “It is cruelly arbitrary to put all the play and learning into childhood, all the work into middle age, and all the regrets into old age.” More and more each day that I live, these words seem to carry even more meaning to me.
I thought of my Dad, now long gone, who said to me one day in frustration, “Son, these are the best days of your life, only you don’t know it. Try and get your head out of your ____ and enjoy some of it, before it is gone.” And sadly, how those words were for the most part, wasted on me.
First thing you know, as if it has snuck up on you un-noticed, you find yourself down the road a piece, lost as a goose. You reach that point where the American Dream starts to unravel a little, and the door gets kicked in, and you get a glimpse of what is inside.
Marriage, family, bills, obligations and look out, you are over thirty-five and reaching for the sky.
Mid life catches you chasing the ball, reaching for that impossible goal of to “just get a little bit ahead” but it never seems within reach. Turning and burning, to impress all those folks you think seem to matter, when in reality, they aren’t even thinking about you at all.
Then on to what the call “The Golden Years” that time when all the low hanging fruit on the limb has been picked, and everything that is left, is going to take some energy to reach. That time of life … When at best you will need a ladder to reach what is left on the tree, but you are too tired to walk to the shed to fetch it.
Yesterday, now long gone, was one of those special times in life, when you can finally afford to find time to sit back on a park bench and think about the all “good times” which were always a lot better as you remembered them and not all that tough to endure.
But we all know, it isn’t like that at all.
Super Bowl commercials are popular this week, so here is my pick for the best commercial of the Super Bowl 2013 … It really moved my spirit and I hope it does for you.
Paul Harvey and Dodge.
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