We Will Never Be This Young Again
I stood in the rain with a lot of like-minded people last night in Memphis. Left Wing Cracker’s schnauzer let me play with her after letting a standard-sized poodle named Francois have whatfor.
I like that dog.
We talked politics. We discussed grilled meat (six dozen brats were cooked. That’s a hell of a lot of brats.) I ate the best sauerkraut I’ve ever tasted. Hugs were given. Hugs were received.
I was told repeatedly that things were going to be okay. I also realized with friends, well, they are in it with you.
There was encouragement that was greatly needed. There were scotch eggs that I enjoyed. There were faces I knew, and new ones that I met.
It rained so hard that I stood talking to a local politician and we just let the skies overflow beat down on us. We laughed.
Sometimes, despite the rain, you just let it wash over you. It’s best to laugh. We will never be this young again.
And we looked at opportunities for a better tomorrow, which is today.
I am smitten with my blogger friends. They know the right time to give me a hug. They know the right things to say.
Later, I will go to the Blue Monkey and eat bisque and drink mimosas.
It’s not always easy, my friends, but life isn’t too bad.
Not in the least.
I wish we could have been there. With all of the dogs, cats and construction, Mr. Beale and I couldn’t pull it together.
This is such a great time to start afresh, be it by choice or by circumstance. I know so many folks–myself included — going through a renewal right now. It’s like the whole world has decided it’s time to start over.
Well said, my friend. It’s daunting but most likely for the best.
Renewal is sometimes just what we need.
I’m horribly behind on my feed reader, but I wanted to drop in and say that I’m listening, and that I was so moved by this post. The headline could be the title of a song, album, blog, etc. I love it. Keep on keepin’ on, ‘Coma.