PittsburghThoughts

No use bullshitting myself, I have to call the doctor today and fess up. My foot is taking its sweet time to beat the infection that's been beating it. Pain sucks, I'm sick-up and fed.

 

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I don't know how it's possible but everyday I find something new to drill, hammer and either fix or create. My basement is half delicate repair shop and half industrial complex. I can work on your pocket watch (although, fixing it is a quite a different story) or weld your car frame.

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Today's concern is the rug in the room in which I sit. It's ugly and stained. I'll look at each of my 3 rug machines and judge which measures up closest to performing in the manner it was intended.

 

I could probably sleep the day away. I feel tired and this weekend is the big drive to NJ to see our daughter. We'll spend some of at least two of our days in NYC, like the bumper sticker says, We love NYC but to truly enjoy its idyllic atmosphere you need a goodly supply of any world class city's life-blood; MONEY.

 

In my youth some knuckle head friends and I hitched hiked to NYC and stayed with a friend's sibling. I didn't know my ass from a hole in the ground back then and we bought a bottle of some toxic strawberry Liquor to celebrate our stupidity. We were trying to test the theory put forth by the Band that "You (meaning: you, me, he, she or 'it')  just ain't as sweet as my Strawberry wine, no no."  The trip sucked, the wine was foul and I returned home neither wiser nor less enthusiastic for doing impromptu, stupid shit.

 

Why was time so meaningless then and yet so precious today? How could we have destroyed so much over so little?

 

Adventures are over, nothing stuck except that which has inner life. Here kids, here are my genes, they're pretty good genes, so don't piss them away like I did. Take this gift and build upon it, regard it jealousy, protect it and may you live without regrets.     Gene