It’s a little over an hour until the baby New Year comes quietly into our lives. I’m sitting in the den, where Buster and I normally hang out. Dar decided to invade our lair tonight. She is always welcome. Sometimes she threatens to bring air freshener with her. As she says, for self preservation.
She’s taking a short nap next to me, making soft sleeping sounds. Buster is lying at my feet, also napping. He occasionally makes snorting noises in his sleep. Dar is a special woman and the love of my life. Married 53 years.
So I’ve been sitting here in my very comfortable chair thinking about my blessed life and how amazing 2018 has been.
2018, I drink to you here in your waning moments. We’ve grown older together and I will remember you fondly as I have all your predecessors.
You men are of all ages and stations. Many of you I’ve gotten to know and consider several of you as friends, even good friends. And as 2019 enters the world and begins its walk into history, I hope to meet more of you.
My mind travels back through the months of 2018 and the events and joyful happenings are numerous. Each month was special and each sweet event will be filed away in my memory banks. As is my want, I will routinely with draw them and relive each one as tho it just happened. Holy moly, I’ve got to quit wool gathering and start thinking of my walk.
Final thought, don’t even take the next hour for granted. We are but brief visiters on this planet earth. So taste each minute, love your family with all your being, respect us your fellow man, and make your life count.
I’ll try to tell you of our walk, if Sasquatch doesn’t get my old ass. One thing that you can count on, Buster and I will never go down without a mighty fight.
Happy 2019, Broheims
She’s taking a short nap next to me, making soft sleeping sounds. Buster is lying at my feet, also napping. He occasionally makes snorting noises in his sleep. Dar is a special woman and the love of my life. Married 53 years.
So I’ve been sitting here in my very comfortable chair thinking about my blessed life and how amazing 2018 has been.
2018, I drink to you here in your waning moments. We’ve grown older together and I will remember you fondly as I have all your predecessors.
You men are of all ages and stations. Many of you I’ve gotten to know and consider several of you as friends, even good friends. And as 2019 enters the world and begins its walk into history, I hope to meet more of you.
My mind travels back through the months of 2018 and the events and joyful happenings are numerous. Each month was special and each sweet event will be filed away in my memory banks. As is my want, I will routinely with draw them and relive each one as tho it just happened. Holy moly, I’ve got to quit wool gathering and start thinking of my walk.
Final thought, don’t even take the next hour for granted. We are but brief visiters on this planet earth. So taste each minute, love your family with all your being, respect us your fellow man, and make your life count.
I’ll try to tell you of our walk, if Sasquatch doesn’t get my old ass. One thing that you can count on, Buster and I will never go down without a mighty fight.
Happy 2019, Broheims
