The most worn button on the car stereo is itself a microcosm of the human condition.
Life is a race, and in the end we discover we’ve only been racing against ourselves. Those that have been through it try to warn us, yet we run faster. We change jobs, channels, spouses and lifestyles so fast we seldom have a chance to evaluate, enjoy and breathe.
Right here, right now, I cannot tell you the last time I sat in a porch swing and watched the afternoon drift by. I don’t remember when I last took a walk without my watch. I wish I knew what the neighbors are up to these days. I wish I knew if my fishing rod and reel still worked.
I believe I’ve reached the point where I can say… the Joneses can screw themselves. After last week's tiring, arduous move, I’ve decided I’m going to sit still for a spell. I have a perfect place in the yard for a hammock… and a big mason jar perfect for iced tea. I’m putting a cover over the scan button.
Go on without me if you must, I’m going to listen to the rest of this song. Then maybe I’ll give the dog a bath.