I stumbled on this meme the other day:
Is it the old man sizing up the grandkid, maybe telling him time is short?
or is he remembering himself back in the day with more time?
This image really resonates with me. Except for the hair on top of his head, and if I live that long, I’ll look a helluva lot like that dude. I look a lot like him now. Although, by the time I look more like him, my grandsons will be teenagers.
Will I even be around?
Right now, I’m being pulled an hour south. But I’ve been thinking lately that there are few reasons to stay close by, or even in Texas, to be honest. The one reason would be the new girl, who I’ve been with for seven months or so. The crazy, which usually manifests at three months, has yet to come out. Honestly, I don’t think she has any in her. She’s one of the kindest souls I’ve ever met.
We’ll see. This is a transition year. I have zero intention of staying in the dump I’m in right now. I stay here during the week for work, mostly.
BAH! It’s probably the meds for my jaw screwing with my head. It has known mental side effects.
Inspected By Pat 