Of Your Own.

A friend gave me a pomegranate.

Two of them actually, but I had to share one of them.
Because you share with friends.

The other one was straight mine.

I ate it today, entirely.

I feel pretty good about my decision.

Another thing I feel good about?

I kept Burger home from school because he was sick.

He said he wasn't, but he was.

And even though I am 99% sure it was from school that he got sick, 

I couldn't send him there.

A part of it was just that I wanted him nearby today.

I don't know why. Just cuz.

Even when he is coughing directly into my eyes.

Or describing his "spicy poops" to me in real time.

Both things that he did today, and both times I just smiled and wished for more.

We went to the pharmacy the other evening to get some tissues.

He wanted me to carry him. 

What am I going to do? Say No?

There may come a day, sooner than I may be ready for 

when I will not physically be able to lift him. 

But my logic is that as long as I keep lifting him on a daily basis

I should be able to carry him well into his teens.

Which I plan on doing.

Note to self: Aim to be physically able to carry a 100+ lb. Burger to the ends of the Earth.

Speaking of...

I was speaking with Gene the Drummer, he lives downstairs.

He melts the paint off the walls with his skills.

He also melts the paint off my brain with conversations about the future of the planet.

The ends of the Earth (full circle)

He was a victim of the flooding.

His drums are fine, don't worry.

But he was talking about the melting ice, the rising waters.

The 20 year forecast is grim Bro.

According to Gene the Drummer.

And science, also science says it's game over.

Which is exactly why I have to be able to carry that much Burger.

Just in case.

I plan on working in shifts.

One carrier, one sleeper.

Right now I am both.

 

One thing I know for sure.

Triple threat.

Edison Bulbs.

Fwoooosh!

A few years out and this will all seem so distant and weird. 

Know what I'm saying?

Yeah you do.

Perhaps a sound, or smell will bring you back to the moments that really stuck out.

But the things that stick out generally get rounded over with time anyways.

Sounds, smells and the like just become one far gone memory.

You probably won't even know why you are thinking the thoughts you think, in the future I mean.

You'll lose your focus for a second, and probably fuck it up whatever you are currently doing.

Just hope you aren't operating any heavy machinery.

Each day becomes hazier and blurrier as they fall away.

The next thing you know you are at some kitchen table looking at a lasagna, lovingly baked.

A couple of tears form in the corners of your eyes, and you think "how weird".

And then, just like that, you are in a chair maybe looking out a window.

Watching a Father and Son run past your window on their way to the park.

Trying their best to appreciate every single fucking second.

I love you guys.