Things come and they go. The things we want most are those things that we don’t need. Usually, the plans I made are full of holes. If they succeed, it’s pure dumb luck.
No. I’m not sad. Why should I be? I made it through the first night of my second jab without a reaction. I don’t even have a sore arm.
What I am doing is working through my own reckoning. Once, I acted like a pirate. I just knew you couldn’t catch me. Now, I’m sure that you can.
Funny, how age does that sometimes.
I just wish this would have happened earlier so that I would have some time to adjust and improve before it’s time to amble off this moral coil. I guess it’s still early enough.
I would start this semi-confession with things I wished that I’d done differently, but the list is way too long. As somebody wrote in a song, the wars I lost I shouldn’t have fought. This is especially true when you realize that you lost most of them.
As we used to say in a five year old building at one of the newspapers for which I worked, it’ll be better in the new building. It did get better for a while, but the company contracted, was sold, and sold again.
And, so that goes.
We are starting to talk about what comes next now that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. All I know is that patience is a virtue and I still don’t want to catch CoVid-19, jabbed or not.
So, be patient. Take stock. Figure out what you really want and head in that direction. Slowly.
I haven’t actually made enough urban pictures. At least, not in a long time. It’s high time that I started.
I made this as we walked out of the hospital after we were jabbed and sat there for the obligatory 15 minutes to make sure we didn’t pass out. Or, something.
I looked up, I saw what I saw and I had to make this picture.
I had to do some fun stuff in post. Because i wanted to. Most you can figure out.
The door to our branch of the hospital is behind us. So, is waiting for jab appointments. Now if we can just get past CoVid-19.
This line is done too. It’s run its course. Stay safe.