What Matters

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While I slept well last night, there were two vivid dreams that gave me pause. Not the they were bad dreams, just particularly vivid dreams almost like watching a movie. But I do feel a bit over dressed with my new Carhartt jacket that I got for my birthday. Anyway, here I sit with “King of the Hill” blaring through the walls and the early morning sun blocked by a curtain. Sorry if I don’t sound particularly inspired this morning. Even the fancy pumpkin scented candle I bought at a clearance sale isn’t helping.
 
So I stare outside, but nothing there is helping either. I did speak to my father-in-law this morning, and he’s doing well for a man in his 80’s. At the end of our conversation we do try and remember to say, “I love you”, cause you never know in these times. I pause for a moment to come up with some pearl of wisdom here. But I’m not going to pretend that you are stupid, so I’ll let you come up with your own conclusion.

Life no matter how plain or ordinary has its own special gift’s. You know, silly little things like watching our Granny Thornton combing her long white hair before she wen to bed. Or listening to my uncles laugh and smoke around the kitchen table at my Grandma Geiger’s house on Oak Street. Or the feeling of freedom riding my 26” bike down Old Louisville Road between Bloomingdale and Pooler. Things like that are long gone now, but they still live in my head. Maybe during this holiday season you have things like that, that occupy space between your ears. Well all I’m going to tell you is cherish those while you can. You may not be able to pass those memories along, but that’s okay, because they live as long as you’re breathing. And that’s what matters.