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awesome weekend at the farm
great weekend for food and family
also
a trigger
for some unwanted sadness

I’ve been watching my parent’s age
all my life
my mom aka the VOD
is 84
my dad aka the fadder
is 80

so over the weekend
while I watched my
parents
and my brother his sweetheart
and with his kids
and my cousin with his family
wife and kids

it occurs to me
that I’m 56 years old
and that is 4 years away from 60
and that
is both sad and scary

I wonder sometimes
who will wipe tapioca
off my chin when I’m old

I wonder if I’ll be
as frail as my mother?
or as robust as my father?

I wonder if there’ll be someone
somewhere
who has to make
the hard decisions
about me
or will I be
one of the
sad “wards of the state”
one hears about

odd thoughts
at a time
when the air is crisper
the leaves are changing
and the rain is coming in

there’s something comforting
about watching the change of the seasons
however
there’s also something disquieting
in recognizing that
you are no longer a youth
that you no longer have the lions share
of your life to live

there’s something peaceful
yet wistful
that comes with age

it’s not a bad thing
it’s just a thing.

today is a nice fall day
there’s lots of clouds
however, they are high so
there’s not much chance of rain

I’m torn between
doing some much needed housework
watching movies
or curling up with a book
cos the lords knows
I won’t do all 3

and no…
you don’t get a vote fadder
LoL

for some reason I woke up
with a memory of an obscure song
from the 70’s
stuck in my head

I remember having
one of those new fangled
cassette tape recorder machines
in the house

my father used it to dictate
speeches for his association meetings
and I taped music from the radio
or tv
to listen to

somehow I ended up
with a full Rod McKuen tape
Called “The Seasons: The San Sebastian Strings”

Rod McKuen was
a pretty big deal
in the 70’s
the “revolution” years

he was to the USA
what Leonard Cohen was to Canada

and my mother
thought I was quite
the up and coming
young adult
because I was listening
to McKuen and Cohen
and reading
their books
of poety etc

turns out
what I was reading
was pretty much romantic porn
and therein lies
my penchant for romance

anyway,
this morning
I woke up
with “Fall”
playing in my head

I’ve been all over
the interwebs
and I can’t seem to find
a copy
anywhere
so I’m going to have to
buy it somewhere
methinks

I can’t even find it
in the iTunes store
and the Amazon copy
is gonna cost me
50 bucks

hell of a price to pay
to get a song outta
my head

this is “Do You Like the Rain”

and “It’s Raining”

on another note
my friend Ted
says that
the style in which
I write
is prose

in listening
to Rod McKuen’s stuff
that I could find
on line today

I think
I may have
finally figured out
how that happened.