Two years ago today I was on the floor with my lungs feeling like they were on fire. That was my last cigarette. I still remember the feeling to ensure it was my last.
What have I been doing lately? Well, the Kid turned 8 years old, my garden was the best this year than in all the years I ever out one out, my home is almost paid for(if the bank would get off their ass and figure what the payoff is .....I have $1.52 more in escrow than I owe on the house itself), My boss and friend retired today after a long time in public service, and I am 45 pounds heavier that you guy saw me last November at Bella's. My doctor is a little pissed at this last part but she is a mean little blonde and snips at me for anything.
And I am happy. No really, happy is just the right word. I haven't been this way for a long time. I weathered a cancer scare and cut loose some negative family baggage. Something about a person I looked up to all my life laughing because I may have cancer just didn't sit right with me. I watched it kill my father in less than six weeks and I didn't see what was so funny during that time. Well, enjoy your laugh and so long, Unc, and have yourself a fine life because the last time I will see you is at my Mom's funeral .....or not at all if either you or I die first. And after thinking about this for several months I am not sad to cut the rope. Fucker talks non stop anyway. Another problem solved and without violence.
Yeah, kinda boring with this entry but oh so liberating here at the end. To my friends I haven't seen in a while I'll see as many as I can at the Bash in November. Six months after that see as many of you as possible at NEST!
Have a nice day.
What have I been doing lately? Well, the Kid turned 8 years old, my garden was the best this year than in all the years I ever out one out, my home is almost paid for(if the bank would get off their ass and figure what the payoff is .....I have $1.52 more in escrow than I owe on the house itself), My boss and friend retired today after a long time in public service, and I am 45 pounds heavier that you guy saw me last November at Bella's. My doctor is a little pissed at this last part but she is a mean little blonde and snips at me for anything.
And I am happy. No really, happy is just the right word. I haven't been this way for a long time. I weathered a cancer scare and cut loose some negative family baggage. Something about a person I looked up to all my life laughing because I may have cancer just didn't sit right with me. I watched it kill my father in less than six weeks and I didn't see what was so funny during that time. Well, enjoy your laugh and so long, Unc, and have yourself a fine life because the last time I will see you is at my Mom's funeral .....or not at all if either you or I die first. And after thinking about this for several months I am not sad to cut the rope. Fucker talks non stop anyway. Another problem solved and without violence.
Yeah, kinda boring with this entry but oh so liberating here at the end. To my friends I haven't seen in a while I'll see as many as I can at the Bash in November. Six months after that see as many of you as possible at NEST!
Have a nice day.
