Good Morning Days of Sciolism,
In my sixty plus rotations I’ve come to realize that ready or not, life’s rich pageant rolls on. As we approach another Thanksgiving I’m reminded by an old black and white photograph of how quickly it all unfolds. It’s a picture of me being held as an infant with what appears to be a puzzled look on my face. My entire life ahead of me, my young parent’s first child and no doubt headlong into their own dreams and aspirations and held like some sort of prize. Not surprising, things have turned out quite differently than we imagined. That’s to say everything except that puzzled look affixed to my face! I suspect it happens to most of us. But in spite of our ongoing deterioration there’s still much to be grateful for.
I’m thankful for my hair. Many friends, family, and even co-workers are younger and have a beautiful height to weight ratio love to remind me I’m fat. Not an overt insult, rather it’s done as raillery, and we all have a good natured laugh at my expense. I refer to this sort of thing as “Truth in Jest.” We can get away with anything as long as it’s done with a smile, followed by the jovial, “I’m just kidding!” Having said this, ultimately I have the last laugh. Several of the more outspoken tormentors are bald as a billiard ball and get bristled when I jokingly point to a crease in their skull and ask if that’s where he buried the hatchet. Just sayin….
I’m thankful for my new bed. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ Who knew?
I’m thankful for not being crushed during this month of pain and torture.
I’m thankful for the few teeth left to me.
I’m thankful for fuzzy nipple clamps.
I’m thankful for regular healthy bowel movements.
I’m thankful for those who’ve supported my humble attempts at an art come-back.
I’m ever so thankful for the dreaded four hour erection.
I’m thankful not to be spending this Thanksgiving under the viaduct.
I’m thankful for my microwave oven (Thanks Madcow)
I’m thankful for my children and their unique slants on life’s rich pageant.
Even though “Occupied” I’m thankful to be living in this great land, but let’s lose MADD or at least poison them.