Life’s Simple Pleasures

June 18, 2007 by David.

I’m signing in to write this here post and I notice that my last blog entry was June 8.  Where the Hell did time go?  I hear the older one gets, the faster time moves.  Actually, nothing is moving faster, say I.  Rather as one gets older, one moves more slowly and thus everything else seems to be moving faster, not just time.  But then, have you noticed how older people, like really old people, say one of the things they wish they’d done when younger was slow down sooner?  Like, slow-down-and-smell-the-roses slow down.

…and smell the fresh air and sunshine.  Did I mention I love living in California?  One of Sharlet and my favorite things to do is eat outside, whether at home or a restaurant.  Just something about it that refreshes the soul.  Much easier to do here in the land of sunshine and hot cars than it was in, say, …aw, I’ll let up on that previous Land-o-Rain that I used to live in.  If you live there you already are more than aware of the “mist that surrounds [continuously, forever and ever, amen].”  For me, it is dang hard to beat working for yourself, seated on an outdoor balcony, short sleeve shirt, gentle warm breeze, laptop in, um, your lap, and a grin that keeps curling up the corners of your mouth for no apparent reason.  I try so hard to be a grumpy old fart and this fucking sunshine makes it real work to keep that whole bitched-out, the-world-hates-me state of mind going. 

Then to top it off, my daughter Jill ups and calls me from “ya-all” land just to tell me what an awesome Dad I am - and how she got into this arguement about who had the best Dad and she won.  Talk about a spirt lifter; that girl can give ‘ya a real boost.  Not that I’d admit it to anyone.  Hell no.  I’m hard at work perfecting the fine art of Grumping.  Meanwhile, let me kick back a few minutes in this here chair.  The temperature is God-given perfect.  Maybe Jill will call again…  DANG.  There I go again.  See, how hard it is to be a hard core grump around this neck of the woods?  Focus, man.  Focus.

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