How They Are?

Chewing on my B12 vitamin, I’ve already finished taking the rest of my morning brew. That will hopefully cast a spell upon my heart and stop these damn tremors I’m having in my fingers and upper body. Oh don’t worry youngins, I’ll talk to my doctor about it in the morning. Till then, as long as I’m not shaking on the floor or chewing my tongue, I’m fine. Other than that it’s cloudy and yucky outside with the wind blowing all sorts of ways.
 
So I got the windows wide open to match my mood, as the neighbors upstairs “move furniture” and my wife and son are put in their respective corners. As for myself other than the before mentioned tremors and pinched nerve in my hip, I’m fine. Fine seems to be the optimum word for the day, since yesterday was such a shitty one mentally for me. But I spoke with my Robo Dr. Phil, the only person available to speak to me, and now I feel better.
 
It seems in this age of emojis and very short text like, I’m fine. While it is so easy to communicate with each other, we still don’t. I remember my Grandma Thornton would send a letter to my Dad every once in a while that I noticed, and he would do the same. Even in an age of long distance telephone calls, these two and I’m sure millions more, communicated by handwritten letter. My Dad’s penmanship was so pretty for a man that worked with his hands in a factory.
 
So when was the last time you wrote or called or met a friend just to shoot the shit? It’s been way too long for me, because even with my own family a two hour visit seems like a long time. So think about this for a minute and look at that name on your phone and wonder, “how are they really doing?”
 
#Time #Compassion #Communication #Respect #Love