In the morn now - it’s gettin’ chilly. The leaves are starting to turn, and the first frost is not that far off. The days are getting shorter. The l’il Niglet loves it. Canada Goose Flight School is getting ready to graduate the Class Of ‘25 - the juveniles grow so fast - they have their adult plumage now. The grass has pretty much stopped growing. The Missus, the dawg and I are camping this weekend. I might turn on the furnace tonight. Or not, It’s still optional.
I visited some friends last night who were having drinks around the fire pit with family and friends. We had a sociable cigar - alcohol generally no longer agrees with me. I drink modestly and only very seldom nowadays. I met his daughter whom I haven’t seen since she was 11 or 12. She hit the wall hard and now looks like a tired middle aged woman. I was astonished. Another summer passes. I guess this is it - I don’t care about calendars and solstices and such… it’s now early fall.
Seeing my friend’s daughter just drove it home. I’m now in the autumn of my life. I suppose it has been for awhile. I feel like an autumn tree: instead of shedding leaves, I’ve seen pieces of myself that seem to blow away in the breeze too. Friends, family, pets, hobbies, priorities, habits… things that used to matter to me and be parts of my heart and soul are gone forever. Some of it hurt…but a surprising number didn’t at all. At least my farts smell like pumpkin spice - which makes me popular with the ladies!
I suppose I’ll blow away one of these days and be gone sooner than I expect too.
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Bah. For now I’ll pretend it all still matters, go through the motions like I still have it all in front of me, and impose order on my life when and where I can. In other areas… I can accept what comes because it doesn’t matter whether I like it or not I suppose.
I hope your gardens were good to ya this year fellas. It might be time to start getting the home and garden squared away though. I still can’t smell the winter in the wind yet… but it’s coming.
Cheers!
Filthie
Cheers to you as well. We don't get old so much as we mature. The things I wanted some years back no longer matter to me, which is just as well. The life I have matters.
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Jeez, how the hell old are you? I am 83 and don’t see things half as bleak as you. Consider all the crap you no longer need to accept.
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