Am I the only one who thinks it’s ironic Fox Sports fired an announcer for using a anti-gay slur? – Barker Ajax
I had something salubrious and edifying already written, but I lost it when my wife interrupted me to tell me how much she loved me and how happy she was we found each other.
It is what it is.
The old man had been thinking the same thing.
No exaggeration, maybe a half dozen times in the last twenty-four hours, she’d say something out loud and he’d be, I just thought that.
Nobody could’ve seen this coming.
Of course, they had been locked up together in a little jewel box for nearly six months.
Today was his golden wedding anniversary.
Not this wife, however. Hadn’t seen the first wife in four decades.
Nice young woman, comely blonde, something of a saint actually.
He’d been wrong, he was sorry. He was young and stupid. Often.
He wished her well, like Ghislane Maxwell’s victims.
The old man felt lucky and happy. Sure, he wouldn’t know if he was safe for a week or two.
By then he’d left his safe space yet again to acquire the next supplies.
Beer, for example.
Leave the house, you never know if you are a week or two away from becoming a 911 call.
Maybe a sad story on the evening news.
What do you have to lose.
Long story short, amid old age and covid and Trump and hurricanes and my child’s surgery and civil unrest, it’s worse than you know. But once again, the old man is the world’s greatest dodge-ball champion ever seen at Kent (NY) Elementary.
Times be challenging. Be up to it.
Moral. Right now, right where you are, how do you feel. How’s it going.
Happy and lucky is crazy or genius.
Either way, something is working.
Has to be love.
Love.
El Oh Vee E.