Respect to REK for the title theft.
That song talked about a small town in west Texas that was dead and didn't know it. Much like any number of small towns anywhere in rural America. Towns that were once booming 50, 60, 70 years ago and now hang on to some industry or way to keep enough tax revenues coming in to keep the schools open. They settle into a routine, a sleep and slowly fade out.
This has nothing to do with those towns. So no, I'm not slamming on the little town I live in, which by the way is not Time, Texas, as listed on the profile. Time no longer exists, few even know where it was.
Last week I turned 35. Thanks to all who noticed. And like the Bellamy Brothers once sang.."In his hair he found some gray." Actually the gray came in last year, just at the temples. Catherine has commented she likes it, some rambling about making me look sexy. Despite her obvious mental instability and possible blindness, I do love her.
Turning 35 does not really phase me. It feels little different from turning 30, just without the surprise party that was foisted on me that year. Some guests have still to be forgiven, due to the fact they still live. It was much nicer than turning 29, for explanation go see blog entitled Wreck.
Looking back at the last year, mainly the 2008 section, it's been a good year. Got a house, two cars and about several thousands in debt paid off. No major accidents. Got my ECA certification. And thats about it.
I look at my life and I notice I'm booked through February. Football games, committee meetings, band concerts, church stuff, a threatened vacation (WHAT?) to Disneyworld and the BBQ cook off in Houston.
Side note: I'm now officially on the Go-Texas comittee, get the gold badge, all the perks for Houston, the BBQ cookoff and the rodeo. No, I can't get you Miley Cyrus tickets.
Same as it was last year. Non stop activities for the community, for the kids, for other people.
All except me.
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy helping out, I want to be at my sons football games, basketball games, etc. But what I don't want is to cruise through the next ten years, have two kids out of HS and look back and go WTF? Where'd it go? I don't want to be like Bryan, sitting on a couch while Stewie pesters me about the novel I've been writing for the last ten years. Or look at my wife and realize without the kids we have nothing in common and can't really stand each other. Go do your research, lot of folks split once the nest is empty.
We go though life doing what we have to do to keep the lights on, food on the table, the marriage intact, the kids well adjusted and mostly ready to be let loose in society. Along the way though, we forget about the things that make us who we are. Or were. The dreams we had, the goals. We settle into a routine, we live through others, we allow the status quo to define our glory.
We die one day at a time. Instead of living like we don't have another day to waste on dieing slow.
later...
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