Get Out Of Bed

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​I still haven’t woke up yet, I can tell by the way I’m mistyping on the keyboard. (The poor old auto correct is having to work overtime on just the first sentence alone). But I will eventually get there, I always do. The pills have been taken, the witches brew has been drunk, and the vitamin gummies are tickling the back of my tongue. (There were only three words misspelled in that sentence). Still It’s funny how the mind is willing, but the body still hasn’t shifted through second gear, when you get my age. But just like old Uncle Rod will tell you, “Age ain’t nothing but a number, till you try to get out of bed”. 
 
But looking out the window the sky looks promising, all grey and cloudy. And while the middle of the country gets pounded with rain, we are here in our little dust bowl watching sandbars form where we’ve never seen them before. But right now I ain’t got no garden to worry about watering anymore. The Baptist Church took care of that with their need to own the block. Even though the house had been there longer. It’s striking to see where a quaint little farmhouse once stood, where two large American Sycamore Trees and a large fig bush were planted. All erased with a chainsaw and a bulldozer.  
 
But that’s the mindset of a progressive world, lay it out flat and begin again. And while the concept appears sound in theory, resources are no longer finite, and careful consideration should be given to the past. But time and money often rule the day, so your left with the dreams of men with glitter in their eyes for something new. While I sit here with my cup of decaf and a cat hanging out the window, while a young man waits for his ride. It’s funny where time takes us and where we end up on this journey.
 
#WakeUp #Reflection #Time #Progress #Awareness