Thursday, January 10, 2002

selling Italian scooters with Christmas mythology and patriotism

"We should all be concerned about the future because we will have to spend the rest of our lives there."

Charles Franklin Kettering, Seed for Thought

Some days I can only look far, far ahead. The now seems not to matter. You sit in a meeting, listening, wondering how it will all pan out. Not tomorrow or next month. But a year from now.

I take my dad to lunch. Mom is at a meeting of her miniature club. She likes to get out. She is back to doing things, maybe not feeling so bad.

Dad says he will pay. We go to Antonio's, a cheap Mexican place and get plates of enchiladas. He gets a beer. I can't finish my food, but I have more and more appetite all the time.

Forrest fixes dinner. It tastes good. I eat a few pieces of candy and collapse in my chair. I can't exactly read or watch TV. I just sit. I think I'm not quite over this cold.

JUST TYPING
Sometimes.
Now.
Slips by.
The future so blurry.
That you can't keep your eyes off it.