A Picture
There are too many things to write about this morning...this pix is from the kids dining room...the oil rigs, with their lights, off the coastline...as you see, I am up early... This land that they live in...their posse...are all young and vibrant...families...that have so much life, it is fun to be a part of...granted a few days max...and realize that was us, 40 some years ago...reality smacks me in the face... For so many elders, fathers and mothers...how and why would we fit in?...perhaps, we wouldn’t...might this be a conundrum?...false narrative...relocating and being a burden?...man, how many elders feel just like that?... The good Dr Cris, has a rad group of young dudes...10 or so...that meet up to play a great round of golf...literally 80 yards past me...hit the ball and drag the elder...it’s cool to see and hear them...but, I do not fit... There was a party at the club...terrific venue for the parents and their kids...us, with years on them, watch and enjoy the show... I think...