Each Passing Day

Sitting under what’s left of my shade, my landlord is out clearing the rest of the limbs that blew down courtesy of Helena. In the air I can hear sound of chainsaws and the smell of burning limbs in the air. I suppose I should help my landlord clean the yard. But my boys already moved the limbs to edge the of the yard, where Mr. Brown could cutting them to be picked up. Other than that it’s a reasonably quiet in the neighborhood with the exception of the EMC guys next door working nonstop.

Ain’t really much going on other than that, I did have a rough night last night. But I assume it was because of the cool weather and having to fight the cat for cover. Now I’m getting a hint of someone cooking barbecue nearby. I assume it’s over at the EMC where they are probably fixing something for the many crews out working. But time is often a cruel master, robbing you of your skills and abilities that came to us so casually in our youth. But as I ponder these truths my mind eases with each passing day.

That’s because worry whittles away at the vitality and strength I once had. But it’s peace thoughts, love, and planning that polishes the grain. The young have so much energy, still as they grow older the responsibilities of life begin to take their time and energy away. So as a reminder learn to pace yourself. Learn to accept the fact that your time and abilities aren’t limitless. So just as I have start making plans for your future. With this storm my kids have really stepped up to look after me, their mother, and their special needs brother. In fact I have them putting together legal plans for their mother and brother's future. So with the passing of time my fears are subsiding, and in the grand scheme of life that’s all anyone can ask.