A Digression

Dear cuz,

I want to write about something dear and near to my heart – my lungs. Being able to finally talk about my lungs is like a breath of fresh air. I’m not referring to the air that has never been breathed before because I’m not sure it exists. I am talking about clean, clear mountain-like air. I’m talking about the type of air you get cycling in the Alps. I guess that sounds like Tour-de-France air, doesn’t it. I guess where in the bicycle pack you are determines how fresh the air really is. I think that type of cycle racing would leave me very claustrophobic. To avoid such a calamity I would want to either be way in the lead or far behind. I think being far behind would be easier. I think I have always chosen the easy way because it isn’t as hard. But in my defense, I am a parent and parenting is one of the hardest things in the world. Well, I suppose that diamonds are harder. I bought a ring for my wife with diamonds in it and it was hard to pay for. I don’t mean it was hard when I actually bought it because I just used a plastic card. However, at some time the chickens come home to roost and you have to cough up. Hmmmm. How come you never hear the phrase “roosters come home to roost”? I think chickens should chick if they do anything. Unfortunately, I don’t know what chicking is and neither does my spell checker. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s been used somewhere in the world at some time. I don’t mean, like Mountain Standard Time or anything like that. I’m thinking more in the past, way back before I was born but I don’t remember then. I do remember this afternoon. Not that it was special. I just haven’t forgotten it yet. I bet I will in a couple of days. I think back to last July 20th or any other July 20th and I can’t remember what I did on that day. Wait a minute; I think in 1969 I was watching the first lunar landing. Ah hah. I just proved myself wrong. Does that mean I win or lose? I think I will call it a tie. That reminds me, I don’t get ties anymore for birthdays or Christmas. That is good. I never liked them. I get to dress far more informally than I used to. Wouldn’t it be great to have a job you could wear pajamas to, and nobody would think it was odd? I guess that rules out police work. Whoa – and firemen to. I think most pajamas have cotton and could be inflammable. I’ve learned where there is flams there is smok. Anyway, smoke is bad for the lungs but I digress……

luv
Twilager