Blue Izod

After spending half the morning riding through four counties, one imagining center, two procedures, one pharmacy, and approximately 75 miles of driving; I’ve made it back home. To say the least I am not fit for human consumption right now. Unfortunately it was my wife who took the brunt of my frustration, while out and about. But honestly the whole thing wasn’t that bad. The two procedures were quick and noninvasive, while the travelling was a little confusing, but we got where we were going with no cell signal or GPS. 

Still I’m back here under the shade with a lively warm breeze a blowing. I still got on my pretty go-to-town clothes consisting of a blue Izod and boating shots with my deck shoes. Sadly trying to impersonate someone who a nice bank account or good credit. It’s not hard to act or pretend to be something you are not. I mean in the various lines of work I have done, it’s practically a necessity. Still the more real the world has become, the more difficult it has come to me to throw on those mask. Oh, I mean I can still pull out the light southern chit chat when I have too. But more and more I feel like a fraud when doing it. 

Now my wife, she puts on no airs when it comes to who she is. As some of you may know my wife faces a great many disadvantages. But she does it with grace and sincerity that I have no equal. In fact sitting out here now I know I have some apologizing to do. Not to any of the nurses, technicians, or pharmacy techs I spoke to today. But to my wife who forgot to bring her cane, forgot to have me check her blood pressure, and certainly didn’t need to hear my foul attitude. So to all of us wishing to embrace a far less stressful existence. Don’t forget to search your soul and sweep around your own porch first.