Haunt

I don’t know what I was so worried about…other than my wicked mean imagination. I think I was my own worst enemy on this trip. Kisa and I just got back from a trip to Gould. Since getting back he has been trying to watch 3-4 football games and I’ve been trying to upload pictures. Both of us are experiencing the head nod – falling asleep only to be jerked awake by the sensation of falling. Soon, we will admit defeat and take afternoon naps. Travel always makes me tired.

But write about this last weekend, I will. I learned something about time. You know that saying about healing all wounds? Well, not only that, but time wraps it’s confidence around you and whispers, “get in the game” and you do. You don’t fail. You don’t hate yourself afterwards. Suddenly, you’re having a good time. There’s a real smile on your face and you find yourself saying “let’s come back for our 25th.” Even shaking hands on the deal. Was I drunk? Maybe. I don’t know. What I do know is this, I went to fight the ghosts that haunted me for 20 years. When I got there I couldn’t find them.