Bad Decisions
I was up early enough to write something profound this morning. I thought about what precisely that might the dwarves in South Carolina are up to, or when a recess appointment is constitutional when technically the Senate isn’t in recess. I just couldn’t dredge up the interest.
Instead, I looked for restaurants in little Ohio River valley towns where the glass plants have shut down and the railroad does not run any more.
There is lot of ancillary stuff that needs to be done. Finding stone-cutters, for example, and finding whoever it is that is responsible for the aggregation of green plots of earth high on the bluff above the brown river that were all sold long ago.
There is a lot of paperwork involved in closing things out, and resolutions to “really get my shit together” and get things organized so that those pesky kids don’t get stuck with it.
No urgency. Maybe that and the softly falling winter rain has something to do with the lassitude.
What was it they say? Don’t go gently into that good night?
Hell, it ought to be “Come to the last big curve in a high wide exciting slide, drink sloshing and tires smoking.” The other thing that gives me a certain amount of heart is that nothing in this ife is wasted if you keep your eyes open. Like they say, bad decisions make good stories and nothing is really wasted.
Maybe I will even be able to come up with one tomorrow.I need to make some decisions.
Copyright 2012 Vic Socotra
