10 – 15 is about how long I can stand listening to myself.

But I could listen for days to how ball players picked their number, or their number picked them.

You see I could tell you about my day

but it was the drive home that was it  –>  from the start

with the wedding dress statue lady on first corner

followed by a way late pedestrian (rare here)   & quickly

three very grown men blowing big bubbles across Railroad

one of which I caught out the window by hand,

then a detour but no one was working   &

thought I saw Paul walking by St. Paul’s but it wasn’t him

yet he made me look up seeing a lone popped wheelie   &

“running man” slowly ran by

the bay   –>

it was weird because the rest of the ride seemed pretty much normal ’till

I pulled in to see the gift of several major trees/limbs that needed attention now majorly altered by professionals with skills,

the sun hit my cheek   pull the brake.

See I could tell you about my day but it’s only happening right now.

I already knew this but am just learning some things that were funny at 20 are not at 40.

&

realizing these days some things that were funny yesterday are already not today.

&

understood but it’s just sinking in how special it is to be forever funny.

The magic just sits there with its hat.

I want to tap in and learn the next illusion or just play with dice.  It’s so hard but I have to hold off and wait patiently because I’m alone.

It wouldn’t be right without Tayen the Great.  It wouldn’t be fair. Fact it wouldn’t even be fun. Without her it’s just a box of stuff–>  nothing magical at all.

1. An imperfect or even unstable person or band of persons can still create something that helps others be more perfect or stable.

I Think.

times I don’t understand ’em, others I do.

It’s OK, do dig in.  Sometimes folks have a hard time taking the first piece or the last piece from the plate.

PHOTO by Neighbor Linda 

These days, Merriam-Webster and my eyeballs tell me there is a fine line between Mantra and Catch-Phrase.

Always with these millennials. Millennials, what they don’t know. Digital youth nowdays, not before days when it was some other group of wide-eyes/hippies/apathetics or punks changing the language and music on us.  Kids don’t know their history.       Eeeeeeeesh–>  I worry about the typecasting, though I do it too. Mid or Old folks sometimes also don’t know their history. Rewind the tape (oh no I’ve exact dated myself)  but what I’m saying is every generation does it to the up-&-comers.   Remember?    Jean styles change and jean styles get judged. But I’m moving along —>

and sometimes when it’s dark I stop trying to step forward. I stop and listen to my self when I was 26 or 6.  What I hear is plenty of lingo and confusion but also some wisdom. Fact is I can teach myself something from the past to  the now/future    like it’s weird I know but it’s reverse put-yourself-backology     that works. Sure that younger guy was misinformed or not at all informed in tons of cases. He knew Ill Communication but was ill experienced likely in the middle of a bad lesson or choice, not scarred up enough yet. But he was also paying a different kind of attention and playing a different kind of game. Whoa it’s an odd soul sensation to know you might have actually known more back when you didn’t actually know more. It’s odd and weird and not very Gen X’y to acknowledge I was possibly better in the past. I acknowledge I was possibly better in the past. But it’s also possible that I can still go back while still moving forward and meet that young man/boy some spot in the middle and shake his hand with my hand and lend all my ears. Listen to his music and outlook and maybe show him a piece of the future. And it’s just possible enough that if I keep doing these little meetups I’ll be a little better right now.  What we’re all trying, at any age.