On Growing Old

A lot of the time I tend to bitch about things that are not right in my life.

Seems sometimes things are never right, and it is frustrating.

My life is a simple one. As a Buddhist, I need little. The things I do need are intangible, and not things one can own. Like respect, being treated wiht dignity, and being loved by another. Little things. Stevie Ray said it all - "the simple things in life bring the greatest pleasure." My, what insight from a guitar pickin' fool like SRV with all of life's little hangups!

Surely, it is easier than that. Life has been good to me, most of the time. I try to keep a low profile, like my occasional glass of rum and a good cigar, and love to be around those that love me, as long as the group isn't real large. Sorry folks, the Nam did that to me...

So, my Rosie finds fault with me on occasion. I am, after all, a bit of a queer duck. Like the fact that I tend to look inward, and am a very private person. We are at odds right now. The stress of opening her new business is telling on the old girl. And of course I am the butt of her issues.

So I find myself at odds with the world, and wish to spend the rest of my days meditating in a cave in Tibet. Gee. Sometimes even I realize my shit ain't right...

Drive on...

Charlie~