A little dislike about age

I was sitting at the kitchen table eating my breakfast with my thoughts. I was mulling on how I don’t like this period of my life, I’m going on sixty. The sun raced across the table enlightening my hands as I moped in my self-pity when I realized that this is nothing new, not liking a period in my life. Why is that? I certainly have been blessed enough to live with a full,overfull tummy. I never woke up without a sanctuary a heated sanctuary. I have Problems, who hasn’t .

In my fifties I found myself becoming unemployed, diabetic and saying goodbye to my parents, and in-laws. Everything my Father and I worked towards, the family business disappeared. So at fifty-three everything that I was use to ceased,waking up well before the sunrise, working at least 10 hours a day 6 days a week if not more, I doubt if I worked a 40 hour week but 3 times in my life since I was seventeen. I don’t have the money to show for it , it was never about the money it was about keeping my word, the word I gave my father when I was in trouble and need his help. I wish I could brag about financial accomplishments but I think most small businesses in America usually are poorly compensated for their efforts despite what is assumed by many. So I do believe My God compensated me by arranging the opportunity to babysit my grandchildren and prepare the older generation for their death. It was a time of roller-coaster emotions yet I found peace, Several time I could feel My Lords presence and physically feel peaceful and strong when needed. So if someone ask me if I believe in Christ I have to answer How can I not?He was with me when no one else was.

My forties was a blur , only to find myself broken. I laid on a gurney, blinded because of a mild stroke, I laid there asking myself what next. I felt a great peace come when I said. God will be done, realizing that I could not fix this. I couldn’t. I will never forget that peace, except with a verbal confrontation with the doctor who was scolding me for not taking care of myself , which I reminded him he doesn’t work for free, I had just got on my wife’s insurance policy and was about to set up going to the family Physician, Another by-product of small business un-affordable health insurance. The doctor left quietly and I laughed at the nurse when she asked me to sign the release documents. I had to have her put my hands where I needed to scribble. I sat in the same chair three days then decided to find a way into work and gradually my sight returned to a less efficient but ever so workable miracle, yes miracle in my opinion. It probably was the mortal nail for my fathers business, I was no way the man that I was before the stroke. I didn’t like this time of my life either, and I was wrong to say this then as well for many events happen that where good that followed that day on the gurney.

My thirties I really don’t remember to much other than I worked , and worked and worked . My kids were being raised, we didn’t have much but we all had full tummies and plenty of interesting times. I somehow found out that I like to paint and draw, and wasn’t that bad at it . I didn’t have much time but found it possible to get lost in the basement and paint away.We had build a good size business and I would find myself being on call 24/7. This pattern caused me to develop the attitude if I can’t get it done in a day don’t bother,bad attitude that I still haven’t been able to undo. This should have been the prime of my life, maybe it was but I can’t remember much. At times I struggle to find memories of the kids and I. I can remember some of the bad moves and struggles at work but very little of my personal life. I didn’t like this time either, again I am grateful I made it pass this without doing to much damage

Many go on about their fun times the twenties were, Me not so. I was building a family, actually I had been daddy since I was eighteen and found work was the reward for having such a good time a few times. I think the twenties was the age of stupid mistakes, arrogance and fruitless dreams. It had some good times of course. I bought my house by my 21 birthday and found myself growing and growing,Physically of course. I had abandon my Catholic faith years ago. I never stop believing but was totally frustrated with the Church I belong to. It always seemed that when I need help I couldn’t find it. So I started to explore some other alternatives till I just closed the door to God till I received that day on the gurney. Nope I didn’t like the twenties either.

Now my youth was very interesting and to say I like my youth would be a big lie. I was born a pre-me and because of incubator burns I was left with one eyes that has little vision and required me to wear coke-bottle glasses to this day, my other eye was and is fantastic. My parents enrolled me into a Catholic School and I was one of a few that went to school in a white shirt and tie in a blue-collar military town so running for my house which was at the other end of the development was the norm. I gotten used to being called names and bullied both at home and believe it or not at the Catholic school because I was a kid from that side of town. The nuns even treated me different as if that what is the use, after all the kids thought it was cool to drink cough syrup, I just laughed as I lit up. They made me bathroom monitor I think one kid smoke in the school, me. I just didn’t fit in till I left Catholic school and went to public high school, there skipping school, getting high and surfing was all I wanted to do, And that is what I did do till I found myself needing to grow up and be a man, be responsible . I did not like this either, but I am grateful that God’s lessons that I did learn while going to that Catholic School at least steered me in the right direction. I was not a good Catholic, a bad Catholic but Catholic I was, I am , As God wills it.

Actually So what does this little rant have to do with anything, for most that read this nothing. I really do like this time because it is the only time, there is no other time it all is one time, each period formative for the next, each a chance to correct, learn and benefit from the other. I live in a time where I can type or post if you like a little about life and sail it out there into the universe, perhaps it will be saved and returned and read by someone whom I care about  and cares about me , you got to like this. I think !

Oh what life has in store today ……..

June 16, 2011

 

the average words read per minute for an adult is 2oo. the optima time of attention an adult will give an task is 17 minutes , So the goal for my Rants is to be  no more than sixteen minutes of Rant per  post or no more than 3200 words  or much much  less.

 

My FireFly Chronicles

 

Two of my grandchildren spent the night , in a effort to keep their minds occupied and my sanity in check we went outside to catch the fireflies that bless the backyard, In no time a dozen little glowing buggies where searching for an escape from the cage, After a while Diana ask me to find out what fireflies eat, Well much to my astonishment it was discovered that they feed on other bugs, or their fellow fireflies, I was always under the impression that the cannibals consumed leaves and plants like the rest of the bugs. My respect and compassion for these little gems of light in the backyard  has been tarnished

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A Right of Passage

 

My grandson last day of school was yesterday, graduating from second grade he is ready to set the summer on fire. His dad had gotten him a boy scout pen knife so last night he wanted me to show him how to use it. I not to keen on him having it around with the girls around, I can remember what I did with my pen knives and here lies the problem. I think kids today a little behind of being street smart compared to my upbringing,I could remember cutting grass and using some risky tools at the age of nine also hanging out in gangs of little brats with boy scout knives and sticks and dirt clods and all the things that could make the other kids cry. It wasn’t as dangerous as the inner city, but it could get out of hand quick . I was horse playing one day and manage to carve one of my friends hand open, not good. then we would play stick the knife between the other guys fingers or toes. When I grew a little older I can remember the feeling of a blade entering my side. So while I was showing him the proper way to shave wood with a knife, I was also praying that He never learns the other foolish uses of that piece of Steel .

*    The poor little frog

this afternoon an adult frog managed to find it way into the yard. My grand kids thought it would be good entertainment to stomp on the poor thing,I blew up in a furry, We don’t kill animals and creatures in my yard. Then my one granddaughter figured she challenge me, Time out for her. I picked up the poor toad and placed him by a tree, I figured he was in frog heaven but much to my surprise he was moving,ever so slowly but moving. Then I got to thinking about how odd my granddaughter must have viewed this with the stuffed Deer in the living room , so later I asked her , Where you going to eat that frog,cause the only animals I ever killed was for dinner .  A day for life lessons

 

*  All in All a little better today, I manage to loose my footing a few times, Getting real angry with Savannah over fighting over a sip cup, but I got me Rosary in and a few other things, Which is amazing considering the kids woke me up at 1 am and 3 am and the Dog at 5 am. What ever happen to 8 hours of sleep,Ha Ha