Thinking about the upcoming holidays. A sure way to get depressed. I used to love Thanksgiving and Christmas – the whole family together, once in a while even the siblings from California would make it back, just enjoying each other. Playing marathon Monopoly…
Now, with my folks gone, it’s just me and one brother for Thanksgiving, and then my son comes home for Christmas. And while that’s great, it’s not the same.
And all that gets me thinking about the way life used to be, the way I thought things would be. I always assumed I’d get married and have a family. Well, got it half right. Went to college, transferred, dropped out, went back years later. Worked here and there, doing this and that. And now I’m sitting here wondering what the hell the rest of my life will be like. Too old for more kids (I always wanted a *big* family), and too jaded for marriage. Don’t really see any point in that now; Mom always talked about the wedding dress she was going to make for me, but she’s gone now; Dad’s gone so he can’t walk me down the aisle. So there’s really no impetus to get married, even if I did find someone who’d put up with me.
So, big deal. I have a few things to get done with the house, and then I’m just going to hit the road again for a while. I’d like to go down to the Gulf after the holidays. Stick the dogs and a sleeping bag in the truck and sleep on the beach.
Right…
