Wearing Pants

Too bad you can’t see me, because I’m actually dressed up today compared to what I normally wear (oversized raggedy t-shirt and cheap baggy shorts). Today I’m wearing a decent clean t-shirt, dress-up sweatpants, and an orange Izod. For many that might not be much, but for me that’s going to the doctor’s office clothes. I spent the morning heading to the pharmacy to pick up some more medicine and to get my flu shot and my Covid booster. I know those two things may offend my antivaccine friends and family out there. But if they kill me, I’ll let you have the privilege of saying, “I told him so” at my cremation. (Mom always said I’d burn twice.)
 
Anywho, it’s late in the morning not a cloud in the sky with a slight chill blowing out if the North. Normally I would go ahead and have lunch, but I felt since I spent the whole morning showering and going to Eastman. I’d just sit here and mess with some of you. I’m doing my best not to be too cynical but damn that’s hard for me to do. But I was nice to my youngest son, who in the last several months has went from isolating himself. To finding a steady job, getting his own car, and basically living on his own. Damn, I’m proud of him. I wish I could say I had something to do with his transformation. But my bones are getting weaker and my ability to juggle multiple balls has long gone.
 
I guess my point here is to do the best you can. Quit being the example they don’t want to follow. Although that psychology often works, at least show them you are making an effort. Life only hands you so many chances to get things right. So do your best to set the example. So while the Price is Right blares through my office walls. Let me sit here and be proud of my family, for doing their best to live their best lives. While I celebrate the fact that I’m wearing pants.