forget the mosquitoes...feel the breeze....

i picked up the phone yesterday and the voice
on the other end started right in with 'my aunt
just died.'

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
different place.

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.

i'm 48.
just kinda figurin' i've got some time.

ya know???

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'
thru.

i gotta stop worryin' about the mosquitoes
and start lettin' the breeze in more often.

and i'm not just talkin' in my studio....