MAY 22, 2011 4:24AM

Playing Out the String

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I seldom post, and comment even less.  So I expect few responses. 

 

But if you stumble upon this, you may know someon in my predicament, though they mightn't admit to it.

 

Like Kansas City in baseball, it's August in my life,  There's no playoffs beckoning.   Nothing in my 4th quarter, to mix metaphors, holds appeal.  My progeny, if any, have kept their counsel, and so have their motthers.

 

I'm not suicidal.  But should the end come sooner rather than later, I've no complaint.   I've made my rounds; not as much as I might have hoped for, but much more than I expected.

 

So what's the point of the 4th quarter?  I can understand if you have kids or a  spouse.  I have neither.

 

 So the rapture hasn't taken me.  But something else might as well before long.  Is there some greater point I'm missing?

 

Off now for days days of oblivion, I hope.

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Dandy-I understand your position here and I have kids and a husband but I still can appreciate your feelings. I, too, am in the final chapter, but I feel a need to do more, be more, go to the whip in the final lap, but I don't have the physical abilities. Oh well, life is a cruel joke in so many ways. Please continue to write and comment. I feel your voice is important. Rated in oblivion.
julie Kiernan
June 18, 2011 09:49 AM
Hello julie. A little of the beaten path aren't you? Life's a pretty good joke for decades but that punchline is a real letdown. I don't walk around gloomy but when I posted this it was occurring to me that my best days are behind and my worst ones are ahead. Well, it beats never having had any days.
DandyLion
June 20, 2011 05:13 PM
Hang in there Dandy. I'm not about to say it gets better or give you some sappy pep talk. Life is a bitch, but sometimes being able to yell, scream and write about it makes it more worthwhile. I hope you'll continue to write.
Fay Paxton
October 24, 2011 12:40 PM
Hi, Dandy. I came to read since I haven't met you before. I can so relate to this post. I hope your 4th quarter brings something fantastic.
just phyllis for now
January 28, 2012 03:13 PM
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Algis Kemezys
February 22, 2012 04:09 PM
Good Lord I know exactly what you're saying there comes a time you stop asking what am I going to be when I grow up you see the road in front and behind you and you'll welcome the rest. I'm rating this for it's honesty.
Desnee Flakes
February 25, 2012 02:47 PM
I think as we age, we all feel this predicament. But I think sometimes we bring it on ourselves. Even if there's a lot we can't do and a lot of things that have quit beckoning, there's a lot left out there to do. We can make things a bit better for people around us by giving things away: smiles, money, a helping hand, friendship. We can do things we didn't have time for before: writing, cooking, art, movies. And we can do things just for the reason that they make us happy: eat that cake, wear that hat, spend a whole day at a place we like. For me, the answer is usually to quit thinking about it and do something without the restraints that I might have put on myself in my younger years. It can actually feel pretty good.
jlsathre
February 25, 2012 03:15 PM
Goodness, I seldom revisit my blog so am amazed at all the comments. Ms Paxton, I prefer reading and occasionally commenting. I really haven’t much to say.
Ms Bright Eyes, I’m not expecting much. Were I convinced that awaiting me was an eternity of transcendental bliss or dozens of eager virgins then I might have more of a spring in my step.
Mr. (?) Kemezys, I question whether what’s down the road has much to offer. Whatever, it beats the alternative of which there’ll be billions of years.
Ms Flakes, so long as there’s not much pain and degradation I’m content enough to carry on. Small pleasures still beat small pains.
Ms jlsathre, agreed. I’m not planting any trees, metaphorically speaking.
DandyLion
February 25, 2012 05:20 PM
Is there another game in town?
Peter Breschard
February 25, 2012 05:27 PM
Mr. Breschard, many other games and all more rewarding than this blog.
DandyLion
February 25, 2012 05:30 PM
We have so much power and there is so much we can do, don't despair. These are difficult days, but the power of the individual, has rarely been greater. Find a cause, there are so many, direct yourself to it. You are needed. The hour, is here.
Virginia Hoge
February 26, 2012 01:06 AM