The Good, The Bad and The Ugly.
I suppose I shall start with The Good first. The news that Morrissey has received a new recording contract is very welcome. After 5 years in the hinterlands, he has signed a 2 record deal and will start recording in France next month. I am so happy for him. He is a true icon and a creative genius with words. I so look forward to listening to a new album. Also, Parody Morrissey has returned to Twitter. I very much enjoy reading his eloquent, thoughtful and funny tweets. I am honored to occasionally interact with him on Twitter.
I appreciate being able to write to someone of very evolved intelligence and creativity especially when I am as they say "not the sharpest tool in the shed". I sincerely hope he doesn't feel I am bothering him because I never want to be a pest to anyone. Parody Morrissey has a lovely group of followers who tweet with him on various topics. Some are outsiders like myself, some are devout devotees of Morrissey, some love the interaction with an icon and all are very intelligent, gracious individuals.
Continuing with The Good, Ice Hockey has been a real pleasure this season. I have been playing better this season than I have for a couple of years. I'm a step quicker and I have more endurance. I was thinking why is that? I became a full vegetarian 2 years ago and noticed my (very limited) athletic prowess is improved. So thanks once again to Morrissey, because of his principled stance on the defense of animals, I made a decision based on that and a lot of personal reflection. It has worked out in so many ways for me. I have never felt better physically and mentally I feel wonderful knowing I am not living my life on the killing of animals.
Unfortunately there is plenty of bad as always. Number 1 being, I despise winter. I hate cold weather and snow and long for the soothing warmth of summer. Needless to say, summer is quite far away. Even spring would be a welcome respite. The cold wears on me and makes me old before my time. I see lines on my face I never knew I had. The only way to get through is the old adage, one day at a time. The other brutal part of The Bad is getting up every day for work. Getting up early is about the worst thing I must do daily. The alarm rings and my fuzzy head implores me "STAY IN BED" but my reasonable half always wins out and I stumble out of bed to get ready to become an insignificant piece of The Machine.
Now to The Ugly. I visit a couple of times per week with my elderly neighbor lady. She is in her early 80's and a very lovely, sweet person. We tell each other stories and have quite a few laughs about our nutty neighbors. I do look forward to our chats. The sad thing I have noticed is little by little her mind is slipping and it genuinely make me feel somber and sorrowful. Why does age have to do that to people? I worked at the old age home near where I live last week. Seeing all the beautiful, wonderful people there that have had age ravage them of everything they once had is very much depressing and distressing. I weep for them in private, wishing they could be what they once were, yet knowing they will never be and have only death waiting on their doorstep. I also know this is my future. I will try not to go gentle into that good night but seeing those lovely folks and their struggles with age gives one a true sense of foreboding. After much consideration, I have decided when I die, I want to be cremated and have my ashes thrown over the Ice Rink where I play hockey and the park where I play tennis and run, for these are the places in life where I have felt true joy, love and contentment. I want no trace of me to exist past my death, so it will be not known that I ever walked on this earth. I know I wont go to heaven because God will not want me. My hope is to be reincarnated and be an individual that will do something remarkable, like a cure for Cancer, a cure for Alzheimer's or a singer who writes songs to inspire a generation or a President who can stamp out racism and hate of gay people or a leader who can make the violent become peaceful. Noble goals for the most un-noblest of souls.
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