Sheltered
in place due to a viral pandemic.
Even
so, I would be stowed away due to
my
physical condition, worn out hips and
feet
which don’t fit.
I
have a number of convenient excuses, so
I
can pick and choose as the occasion prescribes.
I
don’t dust and clean either, rather let stuff gather
where
it finds space. If I tire of Beethoven on my
Echo,
I can let him go. You are summarily dismissed,
my
good man. I’ll call on you later.
Carlos
Montoya, I’m in the mood, it’s time for you
and
some of your flamenco guitar.
Could
be I’m just worn out and tired of society. I am,
however,
glad I did what I did when I was younger
and
more capable physically and temperamentally
than
I am today.
Besides,
it is more convenient and appropriate for
me
to reflect upon and write about what I have
managed
to do in my lifetime.
Most
folks either run, run, run until their time is done,
and
they drop over dead and unaccounted for.
Then
there are those who have not accomplished anything
worthwhile,
so then, who cares anyway?
Earlier
today, I wrote about an incident I foolishly created
years
ago during one of my intoxicated days. Then I opined
on
a trip to a New Mexico Pueblo with a Native American
Friend.
Played
Beethoven’s 6th and 7th Symphonies in
between,
and
now I’m writing to Carlos and his dynamic Spanish
guitar.
It’s
Mother’s Day, and mine, poor woman, passed away
years
ago at age 59. My younger brother passed last year,
and
I haven’t heard from the older one since I can’t
remember
when. We never did get along anyway.
And
I am here and now at age 73, sheltered in my place
writing
yet another brief litany in honor of my memories.
My
dog is content; she doesn’t know any better.
-30-
Chris
Hanch 5-10-2020
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