you know the man in the back moved out couldn’t get his rent so I inherited this huge old cat big as an average dog mean yellow eyes old and furiously strong when he strikes with one of those paws the walls shake his name is “Butch” and he doesn’t play around he’s cranky has his own set ideas learned from somewhere long ago. he gets on the trip which is his sometimes he gets gone I’ll be petting him and then he’ll have me my hand trapped in his gut the teeth will incise into the top part of my hand And holding me there like that he’ll rip the back of my wrists with his two rear paws with the claws fully extended… I leave my hand there Until he’s finished then I lift it away rivulets of blood seep…he just looks at me.
I’ll send him to you in a whole natural almond crate I’ll cut holes so he can breathe
Well, another revolution around the sun, so can’t complain. I was listening to Matt Forte yesterday. Apparently, Forte owns horses, and expressed that every so often he would love to race one except he doesn’t want to tear a hamstring. I can relate!
Sometimes when you visit an E.R., or your Dr. informs that you’re at risk of a heart attack, stroke, degenerative neurological disease, or worse – it has a way of sobering you up. It’s like you’re gliding through life in a charmed stupor. Then your head is dunked in icy water.
Everything suddenly clears and one starts truly rejoicing in the simple act of waking up, taking a walk, laughing with friends and family, sipping tea, listening to moving music.
Heck, even trivialities. Like, according to Biggsy, these Bears are only the 4rth team in a decade + to force 15 takeaways in a 4 game span. Chicago specifically hasn’t achieved that feat since ’04. As such, no matter how ‘sloppy’ it’s all been, we should savor it.
So with that in mind, it’s a celebration!
A study asked a bunch dying people in hospices what they regret most; a majority confessed that they regret what they did NOT do more than what they actually did.
Roughly – Sins of omission not commission
So if you always wanted to play the violin, learn French, go surfing, run a marathon, attend a certain concert or travel to Japan, it’s never too late.
Here’s some late-blooming authors:
Toni Morrison (Age 40)
Mark Twain (Age 41)
Marcel Proust (Age 43)
Henry Miller (Age 44)
J.R.R. Tolkien (Age 45)
Julius Caesar in his mid-30s came across a statue of Alexander the Great and experienced a mini-mental breakdown, weeping, lamenting that Alexander the Great had conquered the world by 32 while he was but a governor of some lowly outpost.
Oh, and did you know that King Leonidas, yes, that one
was actually SIXTY years old when he helped fend off a million Persians!
So compared to that, maybe finally writing again, fixing up that rusting classic car or connecting with a long lost love is a little more feasible.
