i picked up the phone yesterday and the voice
on the other end started right in with 'my aunt
i had no idea who it was, but immediately offered
my sympathies. i recognized the tone...
the tone of trying to think and do what you need
to do and deal with everything...and kinda in a
she was looking for a bone sigh quickly. we didn't
get too far on the phone, she got off to think her
options over and the emailed me last nite.
i got it this morning.
turns out her aunt was a year younger than me.
a year younger than me.
that one hit.
just kinda figurin' i've got some time.
no one guarantees that, do they???
as i look out my studio doors into my back
yard on this gorgeous summer day, i just keep
thinking no one guarantees it.
i had the doors closed. tryin' to keep out
some of the mosquitoes. i have a screen thing,
but it's kinda lame and some days the skeeters
will drive me crazy.
there are no guarantees, ter.
you don't know how long you've got.
i just opened the doors.
let the air in. the sound of the lawn mower
and the birds. the breeze is gently blowin'
i gotta stop worryin' about the mosquitoes
and start lettin' the breeze in more often.
and i'm not just talkin' in my studio....