Ich Glaube
Perhaps its time I slowed down a bit and returned to my writing, I’ve neglected it for too long, and the haitus had been a strain.
I shan’t go into a rant on politics, my views on our current government, both at local and national level tend to lean far from others, and I am too thick headed to change my views, and wish not to offend anyone.
Religion is another subject I will steer clear of, except to say, I’ll allow you your views if you’ll extend me the same consideration.
Whats left , you ask ? Life, and its daily ups and downs.
In the past year or so, I’ve discovered that my sons are now men, and the children they were exist only in my memories and some old photographs. Daily they grow apart from me, needing me only for perhaps in Caleb’s case, money, or in Tristan’s case, mechanical advice and the occasional care package sent from home.
Jo and I are facing the inevidible fact that soon we will be empty nesters, and hopefully one day, grandparents. A few years ago, the thought of being a grandfather terrified me, as a glimpse of my mortality. Now, the thought of seeing a grandchild of my own warms my heart. Alas, Tristan, being a sailor, has shown no interest in marriage or settling down, and Caleb is as of yet, too young.
I find myself loosing interest in those things that used to excite me. No longer do I have the desire to go and do constantly, chosing rather to be at home and relaxing. I once loved to hunt, now to be honest, I only do it because Caleb loves it so, and where he is, I want to be.
Perhaps that comes from the fact that I no longer have the energy I used to, much thanks to adult diabeties, hypothyroidism, and, dare I say it, Age. Or could it be simply that it is nature saying, “Hey, slow down and enjoy what you’ve got left.”
Who knows, certainly not I.
We shall explore this in more detail later, provided I can remember. I’ve still got several stories to write, as well as a million six projects in the garage.
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