End Of Days...

I have often thought that there are a hell of a lot more years behind me than what are ahead of me. Winter always brings that home. I abhor winter, and if not for the store here, would prefer to live in a much warmer clime. Arkansas, maybe. And then I turn on the evening news and see how many have died during the worst tornado in 75 years there yesterday. WTF?

If I have learned nothing else, it is "be careful what you wish for." I have never had high material needs. I don't agonize over a new Beemer, luxury home with two swimming pools, or designer clothes in a huge walk in closet. Sec. Butz put it quite eloquently at one point in time - "all I need is tight pussy, loose shoes, and a warm place to shit." He must have had me - not the colored folks - in mind when he wrote that. 'Course it got him fired - no PC here!

Regardless, I want and need little. My high expectations right now is for some new underwear that the elastic isn't all stretched out in. Maybe some new socks - I am obsessed by socks since the Nam.

So, I reach end of days. I know that, and am ready, but filled with a great sense of urgency because there is too much left undone. I take on new projects and try to learn new things to keep the old brain active. I don't read like I used to because of glaucoma and cataracts, but do a lot of things in 3D and video. It is a reasonable accommodation for an old guy, wouldn't you think? My work goes well, but slow due to the winter doldrums, and life in general isn't half assed bad.

Fuck it, don't mean nothin'

Charlie~