Number One

This is my first post on this blog.  To be honest, I have no idea what to talk about. At the moment there is nothing on my mind. I’m sitting in my bedroom enjoying some cold beer, and listening to music that reminds me of summer. Which is to say it reminds me of the freedom and good times of summer. Which is to say that I believe that summer represents freedom now that I am older and out of school. I understand that at one point summer did represent freedom, but does it really when you are looking for work and coming to terms with the fact that, no matter the season, you will be working till you die?

Wow. This turned into a downer. Let’s try to make this not so down trodden.

Today I left my house in the early afternoon and I saw two birds playing with each other. I assume they were playing with each other because they were chasing each other around. Taking turns, if you will. And I thought how innocent it was. Me standing outside of my house with the sun shining down on me, watching two birds frolic in the air. And I thought how free those birds must feel. How alive they must be. Mostly because they can fly. And the ability to fly without being in a steel contraption makes me think of liveliness apparently.

So I started thinking about wishes. What would I wish for if I was suddenly granted three wishes? And then I thought why there needed to be three wishes. Why is this prim number the number we hold in such high esteem? And then it became clear. Because three is an awesome number. Jesus rose on the third day. A three day weekend is tops. And three times three equals nine which was my hockey number for the one game I played in high school (I was just awful).

So anyway. Summer is almost upon us. Let’s make it a great one. Be kind to others. Be kind to yourself. Notice the beauty in the world around you. And get some good beer. If you’re of age of course. Listen to some good tunes. Hopefully ones that make you happy. And surround yourself with people you love.

Let’s make this summer the best summer ever. You with me? Good. What about you hiding in the brush over there? No? Well, don’t worry. Winter will be here before you know it, you scallywag you.

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