Where are you, Jack?

Many games growing up entailed hiding. Usually it was a group hiding, and one hunting, we called ‘IT’ for some reason. We played hide and seek, where the person who was ‘IT’ would count to 50 or a 100 then start ‘hunting’. Kick the Can was about the same,  one of the group would kick a can, and ‘IT’ would have to run and get it bring it back while the others hid. Then whoever was IT, would start hunting.

As we grow up, the ‘heady’ students had a goal, and every so often they would take inventory and say, ‘Where am I now in relation to my goal?’ There were times in my life that I wish I had set a specific goal. But I could never hold one in sight long. My goals, if I had them were moving targets.

Now, much later in life, I am asking myself, where are you?  Where will you  be in 3, 6, or 10 years? Sherry and I walk and talk a lot. It helped when our boys were in their ‘wild’ stages. Walking and talking helped when we knew the other shoe was going to fall ‘anytime’.(Know the feeling?)

It was in that period we decided to ‘ENJOY’ the good times, because from experience, the good times would not last.

That philosophy has helped us along and over some pretty bad bumps.I was in my 30’s early 40’s before I started to take an inventory of my life. I did start setting goals. I listened to many ‘Earl Nightingale’ motivational tapes, they worked for me. Then I planned 15 to 20 years ahead.

In our last walk I was commenting on the number of ‘BIG’ RV,s in the park. I said to Sherry, ‘ we need to buy one of these biggies and a comfortable  ‘quiet’ car to tow, in a few years.  Smart aleck laughed, “In a few years we may not be here!”

Of course she is right, I will be 74 in January, we can no longer ‘LOGICALLY’ think in terms of 5,10-15 years of active life.

So, Where are you Jack?

I am about at the end of the race. Oh, I don’t feel like it, but I am smart enough to know that is a fact. I am not throwing in the towel yet, but I am not climbing the tree so high, that I cannot come back down and walk to the nursing home.

It is good we cannot see the future, it is better that we live one day at a time, and always, ‘ENJOY THE GOOD TIMES’.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

There are times when you need to laugh at yourself, Don’t take yourself seriously, no one else does.

My friend Al told his granddaughter, “When I get old you want have much time for me.”

He said she looked up at him and stuck a pin in his balloon when she said, “BUT GRANDPA, YOU ARE OLD.”

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A 50-60’s cool guys dream.  I looks like it was born a 1951 Merc.