Books, a Problem Solved
Books are almost an afterthought, tucked away in a forgotten corner. The corner next to a few pieces of mismatched luggage and partially used bottles of shampoo and hand soap.

Books are almost an afterthought, tucked away in a forgotten corner. The corner next to a few pieces of mismatched luggage and partially used bottles of shampoo and hand soap.

I remember enough to know none of my teachers ever thought I should be a doctor, or accountant, or lawyer, professional athlete, civil servant, grocery store cashier, or railroad worker, bricklayer, bartender or bus conductor

I have no self-discipline. It took me over 30 years to quit smoking. And retirement might be the new smoking.

I’ve endured and even made some slow, steady progress up to the absolute bottom of the supervisory chain.

One nuisance about signing up for new sites is entering my age. I have to scroll back through so many years to find the correct year, it begins to resemble a gas pump in reverse. I watch the numbers as I press on the little arrow and remember.

They were immigrants, and dressed neatly, but the man’s right shoe had tape wrapped around the toe. And the little girl’s dress was spotless and neat but worn at the elbows.

There is a mannequin in the basement at work. It moves around, it used to startle me. Now I pretend I don’t notice. And it pretends it doesn’t see me. There are ghosts there, and we both pretend not to notice each other. We have reached an uncomfortable impasse.

He looked a sad, stooped over, carrying a small, compact parcel of disappointment. Gravity was a little more efficient where his feet fell. He seemed to get shorter with each step.

It probably seemed like a good idea at the time. Even today, when most of our history as a nation was much closer to oppressor than downtrodden, it makes us blush with unvarnished pride.

It was a little more work. Actually, it was a lot more work. Really, I had to do all the work. Since I haven’t gone to the gym since the coronavirus started maybe a little more work is a good idea. I have a doctor’s appointment on Monday morning, and this will give me a little ammunition.

Perspective is everything. How many times do we ignore reality because it makes us uncomfortable? Sometimes we need to listen to the noise, and sometimes we need to see the obvious.

Being in a relationship is like having a job. Good and bad meet, mix, mingle and ferment. It takes turns you never expected when you joined the “team.” There are times it seems like the best place in the world, heaven on earth. Nothing lasts forever, though.