TIME WILL TELL

TIME WILL TELL

Updating myself with the Friedman Unit, where one Friedman Unit is equal to 6 months, specifically the next six months.   At the point where I just want to count on summer and the warm weather to get me out of the house more, and at that point I will become like many, who carry their devices around and stay in contact, but do it their way.  Unplug from the hard wire and you are tethered to a situation that allows for great flexibility.  Do think that it was the yoga and the daily or weekly routine that got me beyond the 6 months of gloom and depression that comes with living north and near the rain-belt.  Carefully hedging my bets between the race track and the baseball field, and will just let the next 6 months tell the story.  Seems to be a lyrics in my head that reminds me of the simple refrain.

 ‘Time Will Tell.”

The next 6 months will stay in my mind as The Election Year fireworks, and often this is done near the 4^th of July down in the lower 48,  there is plenty of opportunity for small town gatherings and speeches.  It Is about people showing up and having their time in the park or on the podium.  Not sure if this is what I will recall as the woman’s year and going around, riding family and fashion and the border line, to get votes, be popular and yes, makes things different for one final time in the history of the world.

Of course, it is silly of me to think things will be different.  Baseball and hot dogs and people showing off.  Is why this is exciting and something I am willing to just find myself out and on the outside of such things, looking in.   Taking the long view.  Its only spring and we are just getting started.  Pent up emotion and anticipation.  Nothing we have to really talk about or invest in, until the formal presentation.   Until then am not going to change too much.  Mist and umbrella will give way to shorts and a golf cart, and will be making the rounds, with or without you.

 

Life affirming days of song and laughter and sun.  Need to take a break from being too serious, and for me the Freidman Unit helps me get the proper measurement on these days of change.  Depends on where you are, if spring and summer are the release point it is where I live in the Pacific Northwest.  North and South and at some point it is either too hot or too cold,  and too much emphasis on one or the other.  In the end, we vote.  How do you want it to be?  Staw polls and a lot of speculation lead me to think, it’s a big deal, and yet I just want to enjoy the time I have, doing the things I do.  Not sure if it is an individual thing, or if it is an experience heightened by technology and savvy, and new ways to get the vote out, and register enthusiasm and involvement in every neighborhood block, one can imagine.

 

Time will tell if this just another set of rumblings with thunder and lightening and camera flashing, trying to pick out the front runner, even if its not me, nor is it you.  What makes this life affirming, only time will tell.  But I am thinking it will be a time when people expect others to not be mean-spirited, and in some ways, play nice.  Get this election process going on,  and into winter and the celebrations of the holiday done as a class act.

 

Not sure exactly what that means, but when I see it, I will know.  “She is the one.”  But not to be sexist I must say everybody has a day in the sun, and equality hints at the fact, anybody can win.  And so it seems, when I invoke the Freidman Unit, I limit myself.  The next 6 months and that seems fair enough to me.

 

Baseball and perhaps it takes 6 months to get a handle on the bat so the score runs  up and favors me and the team or party I choose to stand with and represent.  Stand up and be counted.  Wear your Yankee Uniform.  Let people actually see how it is.  Yankee Hat and Jersey and of course it’s a big place and there are many teams, and many attachments.  Not sure I see this as the beginning or the end, and don’t really want a 6-month extension and drag on getting out of the situation.  Wars end and we stop beating around the bush. Boys come home and become the boys of summer.    Have our say, and then get back to it.  Normal life.  Rain and Mist will again reappear, but now I am thinking, “I don’t care.”  But do not want that feeling to prevent me from doing something different here.  Won’t change much, but will keep an open mind.  Favor me and offer me something I can’t resist.  Boys of Summer.  Hit the Ball.  I need a job.

 

Boys of Summer or wait.  Changes are Coming.  Step up with that one Special Woman and then step back.  Let the light shine.  Let miracles descend.  And yes all of this is Mashable.  The fire can be put out by winter rains.  Not here but in other-world situations the right woman has stepped up, taken the hands of the people and lead them forward.  So Now I am thinking.  Invoke the Friedman Unit.  Georgetown bluster and more of the same, or will we just know.  Now is the time.  Boys of Summer or that Experienced Woman.  On the beach and we start to chat.  Anything can happen, and secretly I am looking for a little excitement and is the reason I find myself out of the house, knocking on doors and saying in my polite voice, “Choose Me.”  Smile and hear the echo of yonder conversation.  Hints and pieces come to me.  Time Will Tell Mr. Friedman.  Time will tell.

 

Remain Calm.  All of this will blow over soon, and your present will be under the tree when the first snows fall.  For now, Trust me.  The Boys of Summer are coming.  How can we lose?  Baseball.  Horse Race.  Cars on a Daytona Track.  And a woman to spice things up and remind us, we could all be in the family way.  And now  I wonder.  What’s up.  And am willing to wait.  6 months and no more.  That seems fair to me.  Score big.  Just win.  Once a year and my team wins.  It has happened before.  Just not in the game of baseball, and certainly not in my lifetime has any of this happened without war. 

“Oh my.”  She said.  “Let’s eat.”  We can talk about the Yankees later, if you must.”