Friday

It’s Friday morning, just after six am. Everyone’s favorite work day. The weekend is almost here, and it’s going to be a busy one.

Kids stuff tomorrow. Karate, band, some other stuff. Errands like food shopping and unclogging a drain in the bathroom. It’s time to start raking leaves, but I think I can delay that a week. I need to buy clothes, my last good work shirt lost a fight with some spilled buffalo sauce the other day, and I need a haircut. Sunday means my band practice, the last before our next gig. There will be more errands, and I want us to be able to eat dinner together before I leave for practice.

It looks like a very busy weekend for me, but it’s the good kind of busy. It’s busy doing things with my family, mostly. That’s the kind of busy I can get behind.

43 Years Old

My high school class lost a member yesterday. Not someone I knew well, I don’t think I’d seen her since graduation in 1989. We were never friends. I doubt either of us ever gave the other a second thought.

Still, 43 years old…

Give the people you love an extra hug and kiss. You just never know.

Life

The four of us played The Game of Life today. I sucked. I retired with less than a million bucks. I’m not very good at Life. Is that a metaphor for reality?

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I did better playing Monopoly against my step son earlier. My step daughter beat my sorry ass at Egyptian War (a card game I’d never heard of) but I redeemed myself taking three out of four games of Rack-O against my step son. All of that was before they smoked me at Life though.