Just ran out to do errands.
Gas up the car, buy whiskey, etc. Stopped at the mailboxes on the way back in and felt the......................................quiet. Not just absence of noise, but absence of people. You know the feeling?
When no one is around you just feel it.
Now, our community is not exactly a hotbed of activity; the average age is 113. People call Carol and me "The Kids." But people are always around. Hanging out, plodding along, showing some life. Weeding, feeding and pleading.
So hopefully, our neighbors are out enjoying the weekend. Barbecues, orgies - whatever makes them happy. A break from the routine - especially the boring and predictable routine of people with no jobs, no commitments, no money, no youth.
This makes me happy. Memorial Day weekend is a big deal - kicking off the summer. It carries with it a feeling of freedom, independence and individuality. You are suddenly more than employee #188 with a time card. And us old folks dig it too.
Long weekends have a feel. Memorial Day - the hope and promise of another summer. July 4th - Insanity. Labor day - depression, the death of hope, but still - a desperate last opportunity at unfettered fun.
So rock on, Ancient Ones - hope your kids spoil you and your grand-kids fill your soul with pride and love. Hope you buy a winning lottery ticket. I hope a stranger treats you with respect.
Grab yourself some good conversation and a lot of laughs.
Feel younger.
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