I Need a Buck

 

I’ve noticed that when talking to myself the topic of conversation is all over the place.  I don’t seem to stick to any subject very long.  I wonder if that inner voice is at all connected to my attention span. 

It is sort of like opening up an Amazon box.  I want to see what is in it but I am also in a hurry to open the next one to find what’s waiting in there.  And yes, I do tend to forget what it was I ordered.

I don’t remember being like this as a child.  Of course, there were different things in my life back then, with different priorities.  My primary motivation back then was to hurry and get outside so I could play baseball with the neighborhood kids. 

I still have my mitt but at this age there aren’t many asking me to come out and play.  In my mind I’d have no problem playing ball.  The reality, of course, is my physical self would not be able to cooperate.  It would be like trying to open one of these Amazon boxes.  Without my little Buck knife it would never happen.

 

 

ZC