No Red Sox tonight. Come to think of it, not much Red Sox the last two nights either.
Recently a acquaintance wrote, “you are a pretty fair man, bro.” I think “fair” was meant as “of reasonable judgement,” as oppposed to “fair” on the Excellent / Good / Fair / Poor scale, but I could be wrong. I believe being “a pretty fair man” is a, uh, fair description, but not a complete one. My self-assessment includes descriptors such as honest, smart, quick, funny, giving, emotionally closed off, immature, judgemental and shallow. I think those all even out to a C, C-.
I like to think I’m always trying to improve as a person, but in the day to day blur of life, I can’t say it’s conscious decisions to improve, but more unconscious ones fueled by simply trying to do the right thing in life. Besides, I always have tomorrow to be better, right? Well, no. Eventually there will be no tomorrow for all of us except vampires, and we never know when today will be it. I don’t know where I’m going with this, except to say try to enjoy every day, smile, laugh and love one another. There are magic moments in each day, but usually we’re too busy to see them. I’m going to try to be more open to them…
Earlier today I noticed my Megan just had a glow about her, so I told her she looked good and that she was a beautiful young woman. She kinda blushed. Who knows how that simple thing will affect her?
“You know we just don’t recognize the most significant moments of our lives while they’re happening. Back then I thought, well, there’ll be other days. I didn’t realize that that was the only day.”
in “Field of Dreams.”