Thankful

I have so much to be thankful for

I still have hair.

I am a lefty.

I can still reach back and wipe my own behind.

Not everyone can say that.

There is a lot more that I can add

But I don’t want to brag.

Being flexible is huge

At any age.

Just think of all those positions

You can get into.

I love Yoga. Eyes blinking and winking.

Our stinking eyes are a window into the brain

You know it’s strange how little a brain can be trained 

Really, I think you’re born with it.

Like the desire to set the world on fire.

But don’t make me. 

Remember the good old days? 

As kids, we feared  Dad.

Don’t disappoint that guy. 

He isn’t shy to introduce you to the strap, a slap, or a tap. Personally, I preferred the slap; the slap was over in under five seconds, and drywall can be repaired. But the tap meant you were going to get a lecture, and there was no way in hell I was staying awake for that. I had homework!

Dad could arm wrestle you to the floor and post the score on the wall right next to your present height. 

Don’t tell anyone, but Dad looked just like GOD.  

He taught us that our vacation was outside. Go outside and play in the street, and don’t come in until it’s dark. It was perfectly safe to hitchhike, curfew was at seven o’clock, and the Town Sheriff would put your bicycle in the trunk and take you home from your friend’s house in the next town if it got a little late. Because GOD didn’t do pick-ups either. And looking back, I am thankful for that.