I’m sitting here on this Memorial Day wondering why I never seem to write any more. It’s not that I don’t have the time anymore, now that I am “semi-retired” I have more time than ever. But instead of using that time in productive ways, I waste it away watching YouTube videos or playing games on my phone.
I will say that I do watch somewhat educational ones. Most of them deal with history and explorations of abandoned places. So why don’t I write about these things? That’s the $64,000 question. And there is certainly plenty to write about if I wanted to get back into the political commentary game. The problem with that is no matter which side you choose it’s the wrong one.
Back in the old days, 2008 or so, I used to spend a lot of time “Behind a Dirty Windshield” but I very rarely get to do that anymore. Now I spend my time behind a dirty computer screen, two actually, mostly doing data entry stuff for my son’s business. That may have something to do with why I don’t feel like sitting at my keyboard when I get home.
I did get to go on a long ride earlier this week. I went up to Bangor, Maine. After eight and a half hours round trip in the pick-up, I developed no interesting and witty ideas for a blog post. Back in the glory days I would have come up with at least one, if not a half dozen. If I had only written all those down then, instead they are gone like the fleeting smile from that beautiful woman at the laundromat 22 years ago when I first was thrust into the single life. No, I never pursued it, I think it had something to do with the baskets full of baby clothes she had carried in.
These days I don’t even know if I get any of those fleeting smiles because I don’t look for them. I don’t need them, I am happier now than I ever have been with my way better half. (She doesn’t believe it, but it’s true) Maybe that’s the reason I don’t write much. Because I really am happy. That definitely wasn’t the case when I first started writing. I was miserable.
I drank. I was depressed. I drank. I messed around. I drank. It’s amazing what a wonderful woman can do for you.
And after all that just remember it’s those people who have served in the armed forces for the 250 years or so that have made it possible for me to be able to write whatever I want. Without them we wouldn’t be free. So thank you vets.
