Thank you Thursday – the road less taken

THANK YOU THURSDAY—-FOR THE “ROAD NOT TAKEN

We were slightly hunched over a backgammon table with an empty beer bottle  by each leg listening to “slow Hand” by  “Clapton”.  Bob held the dice in his hand and curled his lip.  “We have enough beer?” We’ve had more beer than sex this week,” I replied ‘you asshole that’s not what I meant  and ...” I just started laughing.  We’ll have to. Get some  more before it gets dark.... and then he got this twinkly in  his  eye and says “ludes” ( a nickname for my calm when it didn’t seem like anyone else. Could be) “keep laughing from the road less taken.”  “You planning on driving me out into the woods and. Leaving me on a pat?,” I snickered.  “No...but we’re both headed there.”  Lay Down Sally came to the end...we headed out to the mighty Ford EXP and went to get  another. Couple cases of Bud...because it was. Payday otherwise we were going  to buy cheap beer.  

Well this summer see had a quasi-family reunion featuring  nearly all my cousins, aunts, and uncles from. One side of my family and of course stories  bubbled up like so much foam from a poorly drawn Solo cup from the. Keg.  No. Wee didn’t have a keg. We are too old and sophisticated for that—and my uncle lives pretty close to a very steep bluff and we’re a little strange—not stupid.  

Well of  course  we have. Had some common experiences as family members, however, there came a moment when I realized that I have  spent a few miles on the. Road not taken.  This isn’t the first time I’ve had that feeling, but it was. Perhaps only the second or third time I felt incredibly thankful for having traveled that road.  Sure has it  created some  discomfort when I failed to help people understand where I was coming from. In my thought process—yet that happens a to everyone I suspect.

By wandering off the  trampled path, I have met extraordinary people and have had the chance to use a  very wide range of my  given and developed gifts.  I have found some of my limits and have learned just which ones I was  placing on myself.  While I haven’t completely eliminated the  coulda woulda shoulda habits that. Invade the souls  of many Ihave seen the power of. Grace and friendship banish  the ghosts that come with these time after time.  

So this post is  just to say thanks to all who have walked  with me on this path for years, months, weeks, days, and even moments and have been there to hear me laugh... and since Bob’s birthday would have been. Last week....thanks especially to him as he is my guardian angel or at least the joker who keeps me laughing.  RIP RVR.