A Meditation

It’s Sunday and the big four-day weekend is nearly over. Thanks has been given for family, friends, and whatever blessings have fallen my way. The entire affair is being topped off by a slow rain with a cool breeze from the north. And some Christmas shopping was even conducted because I am not one to shirk my responsibility to the economy. Also, I would like to note that the weekend seemed to progress at a leisurely pace most likely because I did very little, other than cook a big meal for me and my son.

It’s nice to note that time seems to have slowed as I’ve aged. I suppose like a big African elephant I’ve found my spot on the savannah to mark out the end of my days and there’s really no rush. I’ve got food and water and a nice view and people who will come by to sniff my bones when I’m gone. And it’s not that I feel my demise is eminent it’s just that I’m well situated, at least for now. Granted, that could change at any moment, because life has been known to deal people strange hands, and the house always wins. But that’s not here and it may not even be there.

Anyway, I still have a plant to bring in because we’re getting a freeze tonight, and I’ll need to break out some lights to keep the cats warm. But it’s easy work. First of all, we’re light on potted plants this year and all the plants that live in the cold hard ground have been through this before; they’re no longer young and tender. Sort of like me. As for the cats, it’s only two lights and I put out their winter quarters a month ago. So, all that seems doable and in a leisurely manner as well, which is fitting for the end of a Thanksgiving weekend.