It was the good life.
I was young and flexible, rockin’ out to the intoxicating pulsating
beats of the live band at the big BYU dance with my dream girl. “Everybody’s workin’ for the weekend…” The music
invited us to rock the night away. Homework
was done and I had already maxxed out work hours at the Cougareat dishroom. No
cares in the world except for the joy of moment! Time to rock!
Now it’s a little over 30 years later, and I’m still with my
dream girl, but now we’re together in our dream home. I’m old and stiff but still yearn to rock
out. We just invested in a pair of
outdoor padded rockers for the back porch. I’m home from work, dinner is done
and dirty dishes are safely stored in the dishwasher. We adjourn to the backyard rockers, looking
forward to an exciting evening of virtually keeping up with the world through
our kindles and Ipads. The deafening peace of farmland beyond our back fence
invites us to rock the night away. No
cares in the world except for the joy of moment! Time to rock!
You guys are old!
ReplyDelete