PittsburghThoughts

The Beatles - Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da.mp3

The Easter weekend is over. The floors are re-swept, the food's put away and the goodies are fastened down. Pictures of the kids were taken and Art Linkletter was right, they say the darndest things.

It's spring, the sun is out and the sky is blue. I love fuzzy puppies and kittens. I wonder if somehow, when I wasn't watching, if my multitudinous and myriad sins were forgiven? Life is as full and good as I ever dreamt it should be. 

Sex has faded to the background, rather than being the first, last and the all points in between thing to occupy my mind. It's better that way.

I make less in retirement but somehow have more. Getting people to smile or laugh has become one of my favorite art forms. I'm happy and, except for a liver that's turning into Swiss cheese, rather healthy.

I have two vehicles that I'm not ashamed to drive, up to date inspections stickers on both of them, a license and auto insurance, things that I have, all or in part, at one time or another, driven without. 

Gas is ridiculously expensive and it's really, really hurting the poor and middle classes, but, we sat on our hands for the last 40 years so now we have to pay through our noses.

Nothing is perfect and nothing is so hopeless that it can't get better, priorities, priorities.

I'm hopeful and skeptical, happy and sad, aging without getting old. Whether there's more waiting our there or this little piece of existence is all we get, it's ok with me.    Gene

Gracie