An Alliance Today

There are problems to be resolved today.

My window is stuck midway in its track.

I gave up car ownership months ago in

the hopes of relieving the unevenness of

flat tires. However, nothing prevents those

non-starter days which begin before dawn

in the driveway of life. No longer have I

income tax due, no more the requirement

or need to be seated at my desk at 8 AM.

Nowadays, I have but my own body and

its malfunctioning old age with which

to contend. Oh yes, there will always be

blizzards sweeping down on me form the

embittered North, and those flash floods

of discontent rising in my mind. I have in

part become my own worst enemy, you

see, a debilitating condition for which I

find neither cure nor reprieve. It seems to

me the only logical alliance to be made—

I shall treat myself well today—Let’s you

and I agree to disagree come hell or high

water, come dog shit on our slippers, come

rain or shine, no matter sugar plumb fairies

or turpentine, just you and me, what do you

say...BFF, come what may? Let’s seal this

deal over a bowl of ice cream. I only have

chocolate chip available; I trust that will

be okay?

Chris Hanch 12-14-17