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Ah...my winter is almost here...I feel giddy...I love the snow and cold...it's when I walk.

I wear what you can see on my page...long black gentleman's coat...black scarf…leather gloves. I love the cold wind blowing the hair about my face...the frosty bite on my flesh...the squealing crunch of snow beneath my shoes.

I walk...at night of course...in a very nice neighborhood that's very picturesque. Nice neat trimmed upper middle class homes and further down my street even multi-million dollar homes...all nestled deep in snow drifts...their interior lights look warm and inviting...their exterior lights adding just the right touch of wealth.

I only glance as I pass each one...sometimes I see middle aged couples wrapped in comforters watching television...other times a figure disappearing into another room...vague pictures on walls...clocks...ha ha ha the occasional family pet...many times they run to the window and look out searching...they seem to know I'm there...I never linger...I just keep walking.

Do you know what I see when I look in? I see falseness. I wonder what atrocities and horrors those warm lights mask. Surely they can't be as "Ozzie and Harriet" as they look...no...no...that cannot be. I often imagine the occupants running out as I pass and scream their horrible truths... confess to me what they truly are.

I love walking on cold winter nights.

See...when one retires...gets old...lives alone...when there's no one left to impress...when there will probably never be anyone to impress ever again...when showcasing ones skill, expertise and life savvy is no longer required...no longer mandatory...when the little and not so little castle repairs won't be discovered until after one dies...until someone comes to neatly wrap up the prize possessions...when it's just.......you ......one enters a period of great change...a change I call...Fixed Enough For Me...I sense an example is needed...

My old couch is finally disintegrating from old age...a small patch of fabric...a flap, if you will...fell down from the side arm rest trim and hung there...I fetched my industrial staple gun...held the patch of fabric back up and shot a staple in it so it stayed in place...

Fixed Enough For Me...

At that time, sleeping in was a rarity, in one year it happened less than Christmas...so getting to sleep in was like a gift from God.

It was a Sunday morning and I was sleeping hard...deep...cool...comfortable...when suddenly...

“WHACK!”

I woke but still kept my eyes closed, trying to understand what had just happened...trying to save the sleep-in...then after a few seconds, again...

“WHACK!”

Something had hit me twice on the head...slowly I opened one eye and saw my smiling two year old son standing beside the bed with a broomstick in his hands.

From somewhere in the bedroom I heard my then wife say...”Hit him again!”...

“WHACK!”

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Vodka
01:13 Sep 05 2023

Thanks for the chuckle!

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Vampirewitch39
02:17 Sep 05 2023

lol Wife isn't sleeping, no one is sleeping.

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