The joke

Tales from Hotel California.

Listen if you will and tales of our lives I shall divulge.Tales that will shock you,tales that will make you cry,the happy and outrageous,and tales that just make you wonder.

Join the lives of us,the old,the disabled,your sick and just plain out tired,those who have been left alone and forgotten by those who say they care and love you.

Hotel California I loving call this place of tears,a place where the majority of us will end our days.A place where we never thought being alone at the mercy of others to care for us meeting the basic needs of life.

But life has a cruel joke to play on some of us.

Never did we want any part of this joke.

When I'm sixty four

Yay!

It's my Birthday.

I made it to 63.

If I'm not careful I will be an old guy one day.

Freedom

There is an advantage being alone.

Sure I miss people in my life but dwelling on it serves no purpose.

Freedom is just a word for nothing else to loose the song said.And lot in my life has been lost.

And there is a sort of freedom I live.No one left to mourn for,none left to worry about,freedom in a strange way.

Know it well

I dream of the past.

There is a certain spot,on a certain road,in a certain town were history seems to come alive for me.

Every since I was a boy this place seems like time stands still,for a second I know I'm reliving me life.

Deja Vu.

Tall red clay hills,green trees,dusty roads,the season is summer.

This I know well.

The feeling

The feeling.

I'm sure everyone has had this feeling one time or another in their life.

The feeling that something is going to happen.A feeling so strong it can't be ignored.A feeling of dread.

Out of the blue mine came unexpected without warning.No time to think,no time to worry,no time to hide.

Like all things in life you can only deal with it.

The thrill is gone

Things have changed in the last year for me.

Take writing for example…the fun has gone.

No longer do  I rush each morning to get that story or idea started.Now if I do have an idea to write about soon my story gets lost in the train of thought.

Fact is I have lost interest.

As B.B. King said…the thrill is gone!