I think the one thing I find most depressing about getting older, is that you have no friends you can call up at any hour of the night anymore. Either they have kids who you can’t wake… or a spouse who will get cranky… or they’re simply asleep themselves.
Okay, there are a lot of things that can be depressing about getting older… I’ll make a list one of these days… but what’s really depressing is that when you’re depressed, you can’t just pick up the phone and call someone to tell them that you’re depressed. Okay, now I feel more depressed and like a hamster trapped in that “exercise” wheel. Stop the wheel I want to get off! Or at least get a snack.
And yes, I am heavily into bagpipe music again tonight. Can you tell? Thanks to Eric, I discovered Royal Scots Dragoon Guards’ version of “Amazing Grace.” Powerful! I may have to add that to my funeral requests… I can just see the Rabbi now…
Anyway… I got my first speeding ticket today. And while this is not and will never be an admission of guilt, it did provide me with a metaphor… I seem to be speeding through life, but not going anywhere. That has to change. Life is short, and while fame has become something I am no longer interested in, I do want to make my marc… ha ha… I want to make an impact on this world and leave a legacy, not only for my family but for those who will come after me. Why are we here if not to leave the earth a better place. Anyway, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
I was not going 83, like the officer said and I am planning on fighting it. But man was I pissed. It’s crazy how nerve wracking, yet oddly exhilarating it is getting pulled over… Usually I’m much cooler and at least put up a fight, but today I was numb… and this guy was so quick because, as he said, “he saw the groceries in the back of the car and wanted to get me home.”
In the larger scheme of things, assuming I do not get hit with an insurance hike… I guess one speeding ticket for all the years I have been driving (and maybe… I said maybe speeding here and there on quiet, dark and remote roads) is not bad… Maybe that one ticket is the cost of all the times I actually did speed (metaphorically speaking) and did not get busted.
Did I mention I’m pissed. +)_(*&^%$#^&*()_+)(*&^%$!
Anyway, I have been trolling the Internet and there are all these e-books that guarantee I can fight my ticket and win. Has anyone ever read any of these books? Do they actually work? They all say Money Back Guarantee… but the court date is not until March and I would assume they only give you 30 days. Hmmm…
So… 2009 is starting the same way 2008 ended… where is the glory, the joy, the wild success? Maybe it won’t take hold until next week, when real change makes its way to DC. Maybe that’s when it all turns around. Come on lucky #44… Reggie Jackson… and the beacon of hope… Obama!