Please Yourself

With a steady breeze blowing out of the north, I guess our little cool down has begun. It’s certainly a pleasure not to be eaten by sand gnats this late in the morning, which is one of my favorite things about fall. At the moment I got the bed sheets hanging on the line, while next door the good Baptist are cleaning up the remaining debris from the fallen pecan tree.

Sitting under what little bit of shade I got left, I did get up and got vote early this morning. Surprisingly they weren't too many people in line, but considering this is Alamo, GA (population 3000) that shouldn’t come as much of a surprise. For whatever reason I’m feeling a bit restless lately. I’m not sure if it’s anything to do with my upcoming retirement or maybe the aftereffects of the storm. I guess it really doesn’t matter since the yards clean and for a while now, I’ve has nothing but time in my hands.

To any of my older readers out there, do you ever feel this way? Lord knows I don’t need another hobby, those things cost too much anyway. But I don’t want to just whittle out and fade away. Maybe I should explore some new avenues with my writing. Maybe expand my website to include different material. But who am I kidding with that, no one wants to read anymore anyway. And I’m certainly not going the video route (I don’t have enough cleavage). So I guess if anything, keep your opinions open. Find the thing you have a passion for doing and create away. Even if it’s something as outdated as writing. Remember what Ricky Nelson said: “You see, you can’t please everyone. So you got to please yourself…”