For a guy who believes in the reliability of the Laws of
Nature, science and verifiable facts, it’s odd that I equate this fountain with
my lifeline.
Dad was 89, Mom 93. So I plan to live to see 90. That’s
reasonable, right? It gives me 20 more years.
But I have to monitor that, keep my finger on the pulse.
When I get up in the night and roam around the house, 3,
4am, I make it a point to look out into the front yard. Is the fountain
running? Bright and virile, with a strong flow? That’s about me, not the
fountain. Do I feel the same way? Ready to run another 20, blocking and
circling whatever takes issue with that?
It helps me to simplify my priorities: clean and maintain
the fountain…enjoy it, let it serve me, and be ready for whatever comes out of
left field…
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