Hello all you weary or wired
I can tell that school is back to business this morning. I left at my usual time and was greeted by more cars than I have seen all day. Even a motorcycle patrolman was out making noise this morning.
It just seems like so much is going on. Why can't any of it be good? I am sick of hearing bad news. It seems that each year Wendy and I get assaulted one way or another. We catch one break to have it break in our hands.
I was under the impression practice makes perfect. That is not true with life. The older you get the more things get complicated. When you are young it is either be fed or sleep. Then it is no cookie. Then it is go to bed. Then go to school. The get a job. Then the job may go away. A family member gets sick or hears some other bad news.
I wish I had my own island. I thought about this years ago. Something like Fantasy Island. You know where people came and got their wish or relaxed. I have never seen the show, but I thought it would be cool. It could be Parker's Paradise. I would invite my friends to get a break from the world. I would wear a suit all the time, be a recluse, and still see my friends. First, I need to be independently wealthy. Then find the island. A man can dream can't he?
Kahnnnnnnnnn do!
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