Lines From A Song

"DYING IS EASY, IT'S LIVING THAT SCARES ME TO DEATH". Wow what a line huh.
Yet so true, and I never used to think that. Dying was what scared me, I couldn't fathom the idea but now as I get older and people have come and gone from my life, I realize that living really is the hard part, is this the "Hell"? And death is nothing more then "Heaven"? Because surely nothing can be as difficult or as hard at times as just living life.

They say with age comes wisdom, I also think that it prepares us for accepting things that use to scare us. Death I no longer fear, living my life is another matter, that I find is what scares me.

Drop The Top Baby

Ok, I have to say it. There is nothing like leaving work on Friday, the sun is shining, it's a beautiful day, a light breeze is blowing and I get to drop the top on my TT and cruise on home.

It truly does help to melt the stress and strains of the week by driving home with the sun in my face and the music cranked up. It's such a great way to end the work week.

Chicken Hooters???

Really? Chickens have hooters??? Do the Roosters all stare and gawk and make catcalls at the hens as they pass by, nudging each other in the sides as if to say "hey, get a look at those hooters".

My Family And Facebook.......

So being from the south I just happen to come from a very large family, 13 on my Mom's side and something like 11 or so on my Dad's, unfortunately we weren't as close to my Dad's side as my Mom's.
Most all of my cousins are close in age and so during the summer we spent alot of time hanging out together and driving the parents crazy, some of us were closer then others, but I would say we all loved each other. As we got older some of us moved away while some stayed in the general area and over time we only saw each other on the rare occassion.

Well a few years ago upon our Grandmothers death we all vowed to be better about staying in touch and not letting so much time pass before we gathered again or at least not let the gathering happen because of a funeral.
Emails were exchanged, phones numbers updated and off we went our seperate ways.
And while I did try my best to stay in touch I found the others not so willing, so I finally let it go and went on with my life.

When my Dad died back in June of 2006 ( I miss you Dad) once again the family all gathered and everyone agreed, again, we really should stay in touch, I just smiled and nodded while the bubble above my head said "yea right". I did not even make the attempt, I knew better.

So last week I finally created a Facebook page, and no sooner had I finished completing the few steps and my account activated when I was bombarded by "Friend" request from almost my entire family.I was startled, shocked and amazed that they were ALL on Facebook. It was as if they had all just been waiting for me to catch up and get with the program. I begrudingly accepted each "Friend" request, thinking the whole time, you can't stay in touch by any other means then this?

While the bubble above my head said "yea right".

A Wonderful Sunday

Well what a wonderful Sunday it was. I was up at 7am so M and I could be on our way downtown by 8:15 for what has become our annual May voyage up to Winthrop Harbour where the boat is stored. A quick car ride into the city, then an almost 2 hour train ride, some laughs along the way and some quiet moments to just reflect as this is our first boating season with us no longer being a couple.

His brother was waiting for us upon our arrival and drove us on to the harbour and thankfully the boat was in the water and for the most part ready to go, we filled it up with gas and we were off on our way. The sun was shining bright but unfortunately it was really chilly so jackets and jeans were the dress code instead of my usual speedo, oh well plenty of time for that later.

The water was pretty calm, only waves of about one foot. M set it to autopilot and off we went. A great ride down to the city of Chicago, by the time all was said and done it was after 3 in the afternoon. M commented as the boat cruised closer to our harbour that it was like coming home. I could not have agreed more.

What a great way to spend the day. I can only hope that everyone got out and did something to enjoy the day and reflect on life.

Spring

I love a beautiful spring day.
A hint of chill in the morning when you first rise.
The warmth of the sun on your face.
The clear blue skies.
The drive home from work and it's warm enough to drop the top.
A brisk walk in the evening before the sun sets and everything around you is green and in bloom.
Spring can really hang you up the most.

Words From The Past

So the following is a Piece that I wrote back into 1990, though I'd share it.


"Looking back, our past is our future, times shared, words spoken.
A kiss or touch, are you getting scared?

In one hand I see why I stay with you, for no one has loved me as you.
Never have I given so much of myself.
The other hand is unknown.

Like sands from an hour glass our time is running out. Yet something
in me continues to try and stop time.
But with the will of my own I'm gone."