I want to feel that energy, the kind that I used to feel seeing a favorite band in my youth with thousands of others just busting loose with all kinds of dance and imitations of musical instruments being played at a volume that reverberates through your entire body. People singing at the top of their lungs, grabbing my better half and giving her a passionate kiss.
I want that optimism like starting the first day of vacation. That excitement of loading up the car to go someplace, anyplace. The exhilaration of arriving at the destination. Maybe putting a long fishing pole in my hands and reeling in a sailfish.
I want that feeling of stepping in a car with way too much horsepower and busting lose the rear tires to warm them up and then line up across from a friend with a hot car and head down Rt 29 in the middle of the night together. I’d love to have a Hurst shifter with the T handle grip in my right hand again.
I want that feeling that a person has on the day they retire. To have that excitement of driving a new car off the lot. To have the happiness of holding your children for the first time. To jumping for joy that you landed the job you wanted.
Well, that was the way I was feeling on Monday. It’s Wednesday evening now and I think I’ll settle with laying in my hammock at bit on Thursday because I’m beat from the workweek. Maybe I’ll think about busting loose again on Friday when I catch my second wind.
Random Thoughts of the Day
- Dancing with my granddaughter in my arms while the live version of Hotel California was on the TV, singing to her, and watching her smile as I twirled with her around my basement, told me she liked it almost as much as I did.
- I’m always glad and sad to welcome a new month.
- I’m not sure which is more difficult, taking care of older people or younger ones.
- Just because people in power say its OK, doesn’t always mean its OK.
