Rambling on about the world outside, change, and memories…

It’s another Saturday night, and it was an easy kind of day today. I got up and had quiet time, nature was kind, cool morning, and sunny too. I got up and dressed to go out. I will say that I never see me buying into the “shop in your pj’s or like I just got out the bed frame of mind. Some Ryze and protein shake potion, and a bit of Bible and a bit of writing and reading then off to the store to get supplies, indulge in an Ellianos, and then ride back to the swamp.

The rest of the day I spent piddling at things… laundry, cooking, cleaning, dog petting, and reading a bit. I hate that newspapers are dying, that truth is so hard to find, that the simple desire to go to church has a political tag on it now. I miss ink on my  fingers, the paper folded, lying on the table waiting in case I need to read more. I prefer my news old school, not audible unless it needs to be read outloud. It seems less intrusive, I can easily put it down.

My ride today was anything but dull, I had on Sirius Prime Country, 80s and 90s music. I had a good concert. It is annoying that my Jeep tells me to put my hands back on the wheel and is always quick to tell me I’m going too fast, or I am not staying in the lane. I do miss my old cars, windows down back then a lot. Saturday night back in the day, 74 to 76, was spent riding the strip in my caddy. It was a different time, the world crazy, La Vida Loca, but different than now. I miss that.

I remember The Old Days tonight, when I was not so tired, so weary, and life made much better sense. I can’t believe the changes have resulted in whatever it is we are in now. NEVER, NOT EVER, SAW IT COMING. Nonetheless, it is real, this dystopian world. I miss a lot of things, and people. I hear the whispers from my past often when I am here on my acres. Tonight they are welcome, I feel peaceful in my heart and soul. A good day… I am old enough to remember driving across the bell at the Texaco station, and Mr. Lewis coming out to fill up the car and wash the windshield, check the oil. I remember my Ma Reeves getting her milk delivery in from the porch. Paying 50 cents to see the matinee on Saturday. I can remember spending Saturday riding my bike to Record Heaven to buy a new 45. I’m old enough to remember, even though I wish I could forget more now, the memories of my past, well, they still make me smile. A lot of growth, a lot of hope, and faith.

I’m not sure what’s coming up ahead, but my memories will help me journey on. Tonight my jaunt down memory lane was a good one, now to sleep, perchance to dream…

Night y’all, tomorrow is another day…