Decisions Don't Get Easier With Age

Wow! The long weekend, first one since February -- President's Day. It's certainly been a long stretch -- too long PoBoy think. PoBoy calls these the Big Three summer holidays: Memorial Day, Independence Day and Labor Day.

Anyway it's here, right? Well it was here for a short -- noon today it will be half gone. Worse. PoBoy has done absolutely nothing. Oh well shouldn't lie too much, as he did run his adware/spyware cleanup program, and cleaned his disk of old files using Ccleaner and MS built in program. Finally PoBoy ran the defrag about 4 times to tighten the files. But that's about all he did that could be considered an accomplishment of sorts.

Today will be similar. PoBoy will play some on his PC -- to him its playing. Like he'll zip up all his recipe files gathered from the past week. This, too, will free up disk space. He'll need to some research on his blog as the comments section is still not working. Maybe he'll have time to try it from the office. That might make for a better check.

PoBoy reflects on his own grandparents and trys to recall what they did to occupy themselves. On his mother's side, his grandmother was a workacholic. Even at 76 she was still working. She painted her home, a two story home in Connecticut. She did all the regular things like washing clothes, and washing dishes. For extra money she took in sewing and mending from her son who owned a dry cleaners establishment. PoBoy and sister would visit and she seemed to enjoy that.

PoBoy and his sister would come to visit her for the whole summer. Once out of school for the summer, his mother would help pack up their things and send them off to grandsmother's place. There they would remain, except for a two week span of time, when their father would pick them up for his annual two week visitation.

Being with Dad was great fun, even though he had remarried. They would go on picnics, swim in the lake, take boat rides in a local lake, visit some amusement parks and just cut up for fun times. Playing cards, like hearts and pinocle were a family past time. In fact, some of the most wonderful times had in youth were at family get-togethers for great card playing events. His grandmother on his father's side loved to play cards and also belonged to a local bridge club.

PoBoy and his sister would on those days wait for grandmother to return. It was on those momentous occassions when she and her partner had one the bridge playoff that was as thrilling for PoBoy and sister as it was for grandmother. They would sing and dance and have cinnamon rolls with butter and milk and coffee for the adults. What wonderful days. PoBoy hopes it was as wonderful for them as it was for him.

But old PoBoy has nothing like that to look forward to. He's going to a nice place, alone, wanting to share with someone what almost cost him his life. He realizes that his predicament was of his own doing but it has been said that people change.

For the next four months he has his puppies and kitties to cling to. They have been part of his life since he began his dream to move to Florida. In four months he will have to leave his beloved furries. Of course, if he wants, he can get new puppies after he arrives, but none will ever take the place of those he left behind.

Can PoBoy change in four months? Can he become a more social person to make new friends? Can he find someone to share his few remaining years? Or will he remain the PoBoy, the happy online internet person that loves for people to laugh with him? Very deep questions, PoBoy, but you'd better make a decision soon or it will definitely be too late. His puppies are at his feet, they look at him, and he feels the sadness begin again. Cheerup old PoBoy, you may still have time.