Which I Do

I have been max lazy the last few days. I mean there’s a bunch of stuff I could be doing. But at the moment, I’m only getting the bare minimum done. I could use the excuse that I’m cold, which I am. Or I could use the excuse that I have a cold and I feel bad, again which I do. But buried in the back of my head are the ghosts from years past that tell me to “suck it up buttercup” and get off my ass. So I got up and now I’m sitting outside in the afternoon sun.

I have the distinction of being born between two so-called generations. You see, I was born at the tail end of the Baby Boomer Generation and a little ahead of Generation X. They’ve tried to label us Generation Jones, but I find that definition of keeping up with the Joneses a bit harsh and misleading. Although me and my peers were like the kids of the 1950’s with our suburban landscape and our Moms at home. As the late 60’s and early 70’s came a calling, abrupt moral and financial change came. A lot of us went from the optimistic stay at home kids with Mom crew. To latchkey kids looking after our little Gen X brothers and sisters while Mom had to work crew.  

Situated between the soiled Boomers and overly cynical Xers, us Gen Joneses didn’t have time for reflection. We had shit to get done with little guidance on how to do it. For one the rules kept changing. The factory jobs our Dads had went overseas and degrees we got quickly became worthless. So we ended up raising our Millennials as best I could. All the while listening to Boomers and Xers criticizing our every parenting move. Now I’m watching my Millennials raise there own little Alphas, in a world that’s a hell of a lot crazier than mine. But I’m going to sit outside in my rocking chair and enjoy my senior years; by not being critical of my kids and their choices and simply enjoy my grandkids. Which I do.