February 07, 2006

Time is running out

from - Buck

My birthday was Sunday. 48 years old. That even sounds old when I say it but trust me; it seems to have overtaken me suddenly. I look in the mirror and I don’t even recognize the old guy that is looking back. I don’t want to sound like anybody’s daddy or granddaddy but by God if you are in your twenty’s or thirty’s you might as well just go with the flow. You are not going to believe how quickly you are going to reach middle age.

My youngest daughter and her fiancé took me and the wife out to a place called Japanese Steak and Sushi. It was my first ever trip to a restaurant where the chef cooks the meal while you watch. I don’t get out much. But our chef was an absolute master. He provided me with more entertainment than I have ever gotten at a movie theatre. Damn he was good. I have always heard of dining experiences but this was the first time I have ever had one.

My oldest daughter and her fiancé bought me two books.

The Memory of Running was the one that I decided to read first and I have not been disappointed. I am only about 100 pages in but it is a beautifully written story. I may blog a review when I finish it.

The Life of Pi is a book that I had considered buying myself on more than one occasion but I just have never acted on the urge. I have never mentioned the book to anybody before and when I opened the sack and saw that book in it I got one of they mystical, magical, metaphysical feelings. And I don’t care if you are an atheist Smijer, I know you have had those kinds of feelings before. Hell, you can probably give me a scientific explanation for them.

My wife bought me Our Endangered Values by Jimmy Carter. For most of my life I ridiculed Jimmy Carter. I am ashamed of myself now. Jimmy Carter is truly a man of peace. It only stands to reason that men of peace will be marginalized in this world. That has always been and I guess it will always be. I admire him now because he has remained true to what he is all of the way down the line and even in the face of relentless mockery. The people who say that he never met a dictator he did not like are the same bastards who never saw a war they didn’t like.

I can’t wait until I am 68 or 98 or 108. It is not that I fear or dread dying because I do not. It is just that I am so fascinated to watch the world and the things that go on in the world.

It has been an honor to have a bit part in this Divine Comedy. It has been an honor to watch those around me act out their parts. It sounds hokey but life is a gift and it is a new gift that I enjoy opening every morning.

I am going to have to quit bitching about it so much.


Posted by Buck at February 7, 2006 01:01 PM
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