the plan

i havent always had a plan.
not even an outline.
i just flew by the straps of my boots and went for it.
plowed through, caveman style.
until, the last 5 years.
that whole turning 50 thing got to me and even i...
so rebellious, for a rebel.

and what a silly notion. it doesnt matter what you have planned, the earth never stops turning and inevitably, there will be interruptions. there will even be interruptions to those.
exactly.

its july 3rd. my parents anniversary.
64-69 they used to spend it skiing at sardis lake
2 weeks in a tent with 4 kids. and my grandmother, in july, in mississippi?
were they crazy?
in my mind it was bliss. i was small and carried everywhere because i hated shoes AND sand on my feet. my dad was a different guy there than at home where he was always on call, therefore in sherriff mode. he loved his boat. so did i.
i still miss my dad.
i will spend tomorrow alone. likely sleeping, to keep from thinking.
holidays are only a nuisance when you dont celebrate them.
happy birthday america. im still glad i came back.