Degringolade

Old wooden fences have a charm

Another warm gray day.  Temp is definitely springlike at 54℉ and the barometer is 29.9 in/Hg.  The sky is gray, but there are sucker holes so I might see some sun

 J. Called the other day.  He simply asked what was the reason that I joined the Army in the long ago past.  I was taken aback.  We have known each other for >40 years.  It seemed like an odd question.

But the question set off the “wayback machine” that resides inside my cranium (at least that is the current consensus concerning the location of my memories) and while on the whole, not unpleasant, the wander back through my past decisions and consequences wasn’t without dredging up a big plateful of regrets.

But, upon mature reflection, the good does significantly outweigh the bad.  Even in my current life station (which seems to cause considerable contempt among those still on industrial capitalism’s version of Jacob’s ladder), is filled with a great deal of contentment.

When I look in upon the younglings who are currently on the ladder, I kind of hope that they will be able to handle the reality of a system where following your plans will not land you where you aim.  I am pretty much at the same point that I was (other than physically) before I joined the Army (The question that started this reminisce), while most think that I haven’t done what others feel to be the required progression, I remember being pretty content then as well.  It is just now I have stripped away the idea that I should do better.