I have found, with every year past,
that I can easily forget stuff – and forget it fast!
I’ve also found that if I don’t keep a journaled book
of the food I consume, I will definitely change my look.
Cookies creep up on my IP address as well as on my waist.
If I don’t jot down the calories, they will creep up onto my face.
I fight the good-FIT-fight to erase and it is adequately comprised
around eating less food; shrinking my belly and thighs.
Arithmetic by subtraction is no surprise — the knowledge is sound.
I know you get it too – but this is what I do, “Just jotting it down.”
This weekend deserves a mention, let me make record here,
when you’re on a road trip and speedy drivers slip – all face a mortal fear.
I took a road trip to a university Saturday on a happy and sunny day whim
and on the way back, the driver of a speeding car flipped and the act ejected him.
My nerves on edge, I was in no mood for news that is grim.
Care Flight arrived on the scene and to a hospital they transported him.
We parked on the highway with hundreds of others who were on their way
to or from, all on the run – unknowing of the sum of the pending wreckless fate.
A few miles back on that highway – before an accident happened
A gray car sped by and got in front me, he seatbelt unfastened.
He was reaching in his glove box and I said to my driver
“God bless all on the road” – I’m a praying and cautious rider.
That was maybe 30-minutes before the big boom!
The 2-lane interstate isn’t the best place to go VROOM!
When the car flipped, the driver had no where to go
the car bounced the span of 2-lanes before the ejection/throw.
No fatalities were listed. The bullet? He did not bite it.
Likely because of emergency responders having shown up to care flight it.
I thanked God for all lives, those helping, waiting and praying.
I was so grateful so many survived; I couldn’t resist jotting it down – just saying.
And here we are on another Monday – I’m alive and happy from jump!
Just jotting it down – you could call it a recollection dump.
When it comes to recollecting in writing – just call me the Griot Colonel.
I do what I can, marking the time of man – I do it all in my journal.