Yep, I’m aiming for next year.
Yup, this was going to be the year.
Though I hardly drink at all anymore I’ll be sure to order me a good scotch and sip to your memory my friend.
Sometimes, when I take Maddy for a walk I think of you, you’d be pleased at the simpatico we got going on.
Our personalities, don’t tread on me, yet easy going, mesh well. And she likes me, that’s the part that still blows me away,
she wants to be with me. Soon as she’s done sniffing out her latest discovery, her head bobs up as she looks around for where I am and heads on over.
I feel a certain psychic kinship with those early people whom wolves first befriended,
how they must have been in awe at this weird indescribable, yet undeniable, bond that grew and grew.
So tonight with the volunteer meeting, it starts again.
The years have paid off and I’m going into this weekend more stress free than previous Meltdowns for sure,
Guess I was also too busy to think about it anyways.
It’ll still be one of those nonstop roller coasters that makes living life so much fun.
Me’n a town full of food donors and volunteers are gonna wine and dine the entire crowd and I get to be festival hero for a weekend.
Ahh, those little thrills in life - sooner or later, the adventurous get to play every role for a day.
When I was young I was told, you’ll get out of it, what you put into. So true, so true.