Most of vesta's nights on the town end this way.
Nights,??? Hell GO, most of my days end this way, by the time Glen Beck is off the air, I am not sure if I can safely sleep on top of the bed or should crawl under it.
TIME is the Enemy, sneaks up on us, causes changes and life styles one never expected to come so SOON. The future was all ways in the Future until you find the Future started yesterday.
It gets to the point where all the insane younger years are just memory's and one knows those days are gone, forever, new things happen in life but on a more sedate pace.
The things one does in younger days horrify you when the kids or worse grandkids do them-----Yikes those idiots will come to a bad end we say but forget we may have done much worse at their age.
Were I today to walk into a club and find my granddaughter dancing on top of the bar with a lamp shade on her head, I would pull the kid out and ask them " What are you thinking doing that" ????
Thing I dread is for the granddaughter asking why it was OK for me to do this 40 years ago but not her today. What makes me think she will have a bad life, I survived the wild days why not her???
So Grandma pulls up her thong and has to admit, that finally she understands why she scarred the hell out of her parents and grandparents at that age.
Bigest thing I have tried to instill in my kids is the fact------it is not the things we do in life that causes regret is the things we did not do. All the chances to make a difference in others lives, the times we could have visited Grandpa and showed up 20 minutes late for a cook out with so called friends. Times we were bored and hit the bars when a 10 minute call to an Aunt or Uncle would have meant the world to them to know you have not forgotten them.
I digress here, sorry for that, by now you know how I wander from subject to subject----flight of Ideas.
