Summer Thoughts


So I stayed off social media for the summer, which is my SOP. It was not a good summer. The fires were unprecedented and before that the heat was significant. A bit glad it’s over. Throughout the summer, I’d periodically write down one thought or another. For what it’s worth... here they are.


Life is not a football game, it’s a garden. 

Sometimes I smell on Sunday. Also I alliterate inadvertently. 

A mystery coworker leaves puddles of water on the sink in the bathroom every day.

Our failing patience may be the downfall of all civilization. 

My body is less of a temple and more of an amusement park: one that is fifty years old and in need of repairs.

Big trucks make me smile. Really big trucks make me laugh.

If you don’t allow a man his deficiencies, you’ll never recognize his excellence.  

People who scream “Get in the hole!” at golf tournaments suck.

I cherish the simple joy of watching my son catch a fish.

Tent camping is dirty goodness.

Forgiveness is a selective skill we should all exercise more often.

Crowdfunding is not for me. Neither are colonoscopies.

Constant tinnitus was not something I was looking forward to.

Someday soon I will be one of those old man drivers.

My evening optimism often doesn’t coincide with my morning motivation.

Comments

  1. bignoseduglyguy22/9/18 15:04

    Casey, this is wonderful. While the reflections are yours, many of them resonate deeply with me -perhaps because I am just ahead of you down a similar road.

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  2. Unknown22/9/18 17:02

    I suffer that constant tinnitus too. Somehow, when out in nature, it disappears. That colonoscopy thing? Actually, the journey I went on during that procedure was one of the most pleasant I've ever experienced. I like "Casey's Just Sayin'" and I'm glad you're back - for most of the year.

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    1. Casey Freeland22/9/18 17:45

      Sorry about the tinnitus. Mine ebbs and flows, but it’s always there. Colonoscopy wasn’t that bad, really. Don’t remember it, so... :) Thanks for reading.

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