Much of the country is getting snow and cold weather, old man winter’s last respite before spring. I long ago realized I lived in the Bermuda triangle of winter weather as we get none and when we do, it is a freak happenstance of maybe once a decade. It has been very warm here with our weather moderated by the Gulf of Mexico.
Earlier in the evening, I had gone out to eat with my mother and father the day before my birthday. We arrived home and I was walking out their backdoor as I and my father talked of the weather. He gets just as excited about the weather as I.
“The dew points are really high,” I said as I stood at their backdoor. “The humidity is so thick you feel as if you could cut it with a knife.”
“Stormy weather is on the way,” My father said being a harbinger of the adverse weather that would arrive later that evening. “You can feel it.”
I walked on home with an eye to the sky and settled in for a quiet evening of weather watching.
It is 3:13am on the 12th of April, 2007. I am now officially 35 years old. I asked myself if I thought I would be where I am at, at this point in my life. I feel so old. The answer was that I am lucky and blessed. I don’t have to work some menial job to support myself. My schizophrenia has been under check lately. I have a new home that is completely paid for. I have a very nice Honda that is paid for. I have no debt. I have plenty of food, drinks, and smokes. I am sober and sometimes days do go by without me obsessing about having a couple of drinks. It will be a good start to what is the 35th year of the life of this simple man. I hope you all have a good day today and thanks for sharing in the past few years of this journey called life.