Just Getting Started

maddogg09

June 1

In this, my seventieth decade on planet earth, I have decided to do something.

Go figure.

I will continue to learn the blues lead guitar and will play in several "blues jams" and open mics to see if I can put together one last band before I hang up my PRS.

I will shave five strokes off my golf game which shouldn't be too hard to do since my average is easily over a hundred now. The first round of the Comeback Tour (Maddogg's version) will start on Monday.

I will make EVERY EFFORT to complete my first draft of my novel If Only. I have to stop going off on tangents as I research the great women of history, and those on the periphery who may have played much larger roles under slightly different circumstances.

I will start being more active.

I love nothing more than sitting here at my office window, getting stoned, and watching all my bird friends drop by for a dip or some seed as I listen to new songs to expand my playlist, as well as continue to develop the original songs I have in the works.

I could, and have, done so for days on end.

But this weather is so nice and I will definitely get out and about more.

"It's not how you start, Marcos," my father told me on his deathbed. "It's how you finish."

You'll never hear me lament anything I've done in life, because it is part of the whole; I still can pack a lot of good things in the next fifteen years, which is when I have decided I will expire. I think eighty-five is almost unbelievable when you consider what I put this body through.

That's fifteen years of smiles, sunsets, sunrises, and laughs.

When I was twenty-five, did I ever conceive there would come a day when I would predict my own mortality to be less than twenty years?

When I was twenty-five, I didn't know if I was going to make it to twenty-six.

I won't spend a lot of time on it, because I think it is time to turn the page on our boy Donald J. Trump's legal defeat.

Now I think everyone in the world knew that he was guilty, but in our bastardized legal system, who knew if he would be judged so?

Thirty-four counts; thirty-four guilty verdicts.

Even a country boy like me can see that is the equivalent of an ass-whipping.

I take no joy from it.

I understand he graciously accepted the verdicts and gave his whole-hearted support to the judge and jurors, applauding them for their service in coming to a just and reasonable decision.

He didn't?

He said whaaat?! The fact that there are so many that will follow and vote for him is a much bigger indictment on the pathetic political system and the dearth of qualified leaders in either party from whom to choose, than an endorsement of the Putin wannabe.

Stay well.