Summer is over, and all I can remember about it is that I sold my two Harley’s and bought a new Harley Tri Glide. There is one other thing that I remember, but I will not speak of it, not now, but surely later I will pour it onto page after page, and then most likely delete it all, but I will hold it in my heart.

I will be sixty two years old next month and I have no idea where the time went. I spend most of my time, now that I’m retired, much like a student who sits staring off into space, knowing that he is not prepared for this unbearable but unavoidable test. And the clock is ticking. Like it or not, I am about to find out what I am made of.

I divide almost everything into groups, and I suppose that is why I am so attracted to lists, and why I hate for people to blur boundaries. I have a hard time living in a world that isn’t tidy. Things aren’t tidy right now, and surely they never were, but now I am facing things that don’t fit anywhere comfortably, and with a mind of its own, I will be the one required to adjust. It is a heartbreaking thing to see those you love, in and out of the hospital, in pain, and vulnerable.

Right now I am taking one day at a time. Sometimes, one day at a time is the better way.

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