Good morning. Let’s get this Saturday started off right.  7 o’clock AM run to get the blood flowing.  Couple of hours out to see the sights.  Back to a nearby park for reflection. 

Recent news has included many talks concerning mental health, particularly amongst young people. This prompted me to have a discussion with my family.  I asked these simple questions: Are you happy?  Why or why not? What makes you happy? Are you happy with your place in our family? Can we do a better job of supporting each others’ pursuit of  happiness? 

Good conversation followed which forced me to think a little deeper for myself.  I oftentimes say to my friends that we owe it to ourselves to be as happy and healthy as we choose.  Otherwise what is the point? 

I’m happy to start with days like this.

I don’t like cliches but these are fitting: “Time flies when you’re having fun” and “All good things must come to an end”. Its past my bedtime. But its Saturday!

Everybody says they’re waiting on a love song

When you sing them one they cry the blues

Spending money tryin’ to buy some more tomorrows

No more money left for you to lose

Everybody says they need another dollar

When you give them one they’re fast to lose

Wasting money tryin’ to buy someone tomorrow

No more people left for you to use

6:11am. A few of my favorite things that I have to bypass on my way to work………

If you were there I dont have to tell you. Not a personal favorite but love the way it got the party started………

AM. Wednesday. Almost halfway to the weekend.

In my previous post I shared how my dreary Monday went by relatively quickly. Well today is Tuesday, actually Tuesday night. 9:47pm Tuesday night and I realize that I was set up. Yep, that daggone Monday set my ass up!

You see, I never shop during the week. At 9pm on a week night I’m relaxing with music and/or reading. Not this Tuesday night. See, I was supposed to go to Walmart on my way home on Monday, but Monday had me so gassed up I went straight home to practice some bass. So guess when I remembered? Yep, Tuesday night. That damned Monday boy…….don’t make no sense.

So here I am at Walmart at 9 o’clock Tuesday night. Brother out here waxing his truck with the music jumpin. Dude out here yellin at somebody on his phone. Girl out here dressed in a robe lookin like she either just got out of OR just ready to get into bed. But with heels on…..! Always a party out here.

Got home a little past my “bedtime” at 9:30. A little music to set the mood. Wonder what Wednesday has in store for me?

Yea, I know it’s Tuesday.  That’s a good thing as Mondays have a way of testing your positivity and your patience. So making Monday go by quickly usually has a positive effect on the rest of your week.  Overcast and dreary Monday mornings are a challenge, making every increment of time last twice as long. 

But this dreary Monday morning was different, peculiar in the sense that it moved by so fast I hardly had time to complain about it. For the first time in my life I felt compelled to photograph my commute to work. It doesn’t take me long to dress and prepare for work but I find that I rush anyway. Some anxiety and refusal to accept the weekend being over play a part in that.

Not this Monday.  I took my time. Ate breskfast at home. Actually turned on the TV for a minute to check the weather. Not a good day for a two-wheeled commute. Okay. Into the car I go. Video or photo of every road traveled. Just because. Familiar radio voices to keep me company.

I arrive. A couple of deep breaths for relaxation before entering the building. Like always twenty minutes before the official “clock” starts. Daily Word, peek at a few of my commute photos and then work begins.

Somehow, the day just disappears. A few photos of my commute home. Wonder what Tuesday would bring…….

Looking out of my window on an August summer night.  On this particular night, for some unknown reason, I am reminded of summer nights of my youth. I lived with my grandmother in those days. She was not fond of air conditioning so I kept a fan in my bedroom window. I did not have a television in my bedroom so I could listen to music without distractions. That was a good thing.

I can hear the fan blowing, doing it’s best to cool the room. My favorite songs playing in the background: “Star of a Story” by Heatwave, “Every Generation” and “Stay Awake” by Ronnie Laws, “Walk Into Sun” by Central Line, “Drop The Bomb” by Trouble Funk, “Body Moves” by Rare Essence, “One Of Those Nights” by Billy Ocean, “Funkin For Jamaica” by Tom Brown, “Planet Rock” by Soulsonic Force, “Journey” by NYC Peech Boys. I could go on for days. And the lovely “company” that my grandmother allowed to visit me….I had no idea how lucky I was!

Time goes on. I yearn for the feeling of leisurely innocence that those summer nights afforded. All of us neighborhood kids staying out way later than should have been allowed. Gettin’ lost in all kinds of mischievous activity. But it was wholesome adolescent fun.

Different time, different place. Thank God I had those life experiences. And for the ability to still realize how important they were to me.

Another ride. Another place to collect my thoughts. Another day to be thankful. Rode to three bike shops this past week. Harley, Indian and BMW. Finally got the chance to see my “dream bikes”: BMW S1000r and Triumph Speed Triple RS. Both beautiful, but not for me. I am a different rider these days. I want to ride COMFORTABLY. I want to take meaningful journeys, not just be on a bike. But I always want my destination to bring me peace. See you on the next trip.