Flipping through the stations on Sirius satellite radio isn’t something I do often because I generally know which ones I want to listen to, assuming I am not involved in a podcast or audio book.
But upon the odd occasion I do it I sometimes stop to listen to stations that aren’t on my normal roll to see if something catches my ear.
That is how I came across Weekend In New England which reminded me that the first time I heard someone talk about it I thought they said in Weekend in Cleveland which struck me as odd.
But we are living in odd times and I would gratefully go back to the time in which I heard the bit about that Manilow song.
Since we don’t get to choose what time we live in I’ll go forward with this one and share that my oldest niece graduated from college, one of mom’s first cousins died and I have a physical on Monday.
I am also supposed to share that this week I don’t have to pretend to be 55 anymore when my birthday rolls around it will be official.
Of course I may start telling everyone I am 56 just because and then laugh when people ask if I intend to emulate my maternal grandfather.
You know, the inimitable Percy Silver who always said he was a year older than his actual age.
No More Women
One of the guys at the gym told me in no uncertain terms that he was done dating.
“No more women. I am through.”
I smiled and told him I understood and might have to join his cause. I almost shared the Twain quote above with him but I didn’t think he would appreciate it so I let it be.
Though I must admit that when he asked me if I had ever dealt with any crazy women I nodded my head and said it included blondes and brunettes between five and six feet tall.
He asked me if I had ever dated a six foot tall woman and said never dated but there had been some between 5’7 and 5’9.
I asked him if he had ever told any of the women of his past that they were crazy and he nodded his head.
“That is never going to serve you well, you know that. I don’t claim to be an expert on much, but I feel confident in saying that crazy isn’t going to endear you to them. Unless you refer to your ex that way or someone else they dislike but even that is a reach.”
We bantered back and forth and I told him that I was also good at tearing down walls and getting people to talk.
“You can’t get very far without real conversation. If you don’t have those and get your questions answered you never know where you stand. But there is a time to walk away and accept you’ll never get those answers.”
The conversation didn’t go any further because I thought I heard someone say something about Zionists and turned my head to see who it was and to try to figure out what was uttered.
Thunder & Lightning
The skies have opened up overhead and the dog is hiding under the table I am writing at. He is lying across my feet which I suppose must offer some comfort to him.
At 14 his hearing isn’t what it once was which helps provide some context for me as to just how loud it is. Given that I am wearing noise cancelling headphones and still catching some of it I understand his concerns.
I told him that I received a compliment earlier this week on how steady I am during rough times and how they were impressed by the way I never stop working on things.
I thanked them for their words and told them I never saw anyone move heaven and earth in one blow.
“You make things happen not just by having a plan but by consistently working on it. Build your foundation and keep going and good things generally happen.
They followed up by asking me what I was doing in 1997 and I smiled and said I had gotten married the year before and was talking about when to have kids.
I laughed when I saw his eyes widen.
“You didn’t think I was that much older than you huh.”
He shook his head no and I told him I had heard him mention a couple of shows that my son has mentioned.
“I haven’t watched those ever but I know of them. Given your comments I knew you were closer in age to him than me. Don’t worry, you’ll blink and you’ll go from being one of the young guys in the office to the older ones.”
That is how it feels to me. I was 32 yesterday, just like my colleague is now and then again I feel all of the years between.
I have reached that place where sometimes I think about taking an Advil for sleeping badly.
Doesn’t generally happen because most of the time I can stretch out the kink but there are moments.
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