Day 14: My Life in Seven Years

One of my coworkers is a guy with whom I attended college. He regularly reminds people he’s known me almost 20 years & I haven’t changed a bit, why do they expect me to be different from one week to the next? You can’t do anything with me; I’m set in stone.

My temper hasn’t lessened, my sense of humor still runs to goofy, my favorite cowboy is still George Strait, my taste in clothing hasn’t varied much, & I still work at the Coop & drive the same Chevy pickup. Anybody I’ve kept in touch with will tell you I’m the same; I don’t change.

But seven years ago, I subsided on a primarily liquid diet. I wasn’t married, with no real prospects on the horizon. I was quite a bit thinner, but we won’t talk about that.

These days I cook at least one meal a day & I’m settled & content.

Seven years from now will probably find me much the same, still married to Shug, cooking & reading in my spare time. Maybe I’ll have a blog or a book deal by then, but I’m not holding my breath. I don’t respond well to criticism, so I doubt I’ll pursue anything like that. Maybe I’ll start playing the lottery & win big & be on permanent vacation.

“Maybe I’ll dye my hair

Maybe I’ll move somewhere

Maybe I’ll get a car

Maybe I’ll drive so far

They’ll all lose track

Me, I’ll bounce right back

Maybe I’ll sleep real late

Maybe I’ll lose some weight

Maybe I’ll clear my junk

Maybe I’ll just get drunk on apple wine

Hey, maybe I’ll learn to sew

Maybe I’ll just lie low

Maybe I’ll hit the bars

Maybe I’ll count the stars until dawn

Maybe I’ll settle down

Maybe I’ll just leave town

Maybe I’ll have some fun

Maybe I’ll meet someone

And make him mine

Me, I’ll be just

Fine and dandy

Lord it’s like a hard candy Christmas

I’m barely getting through tomorrow

But still I won’t let

Sorrow bring me way down”

Sorry I couldn’t resist adding Dolly. I was starting to sound like her.