Yesterday I woke up and the first thing I did was read my high school friend’s “Pink and Strong” Blog. I stole today’s quote from her.
This morning I woke up and the first thing I read was the obituary for my dear friend’s ma.
The only way the two are associated is by my prayers.
I’ve got to bring this Morning Chalkboard back to its initial intent. I’ve got to write more about the antics of a single dad trying to raise his three children. A loudmouth who yells and screams on a trading floor all day. A guy with big blue eyes and a veluptious booty.
I’ve been getting carried away with praying and preaching how we must love each other. Maybe I need to get back to talking about hot mommies and gin martinis?
I would never talk about how I support Israel searching for the lambs stollen from them. I can’t talk about not giving a shit about Ukraine or how fucked up the next presidential election is going to be. That isn’t what the Morning Chalkboard is about.
I long for the innocence of a George Bush versus Al Gore showdown. America lost its naïveté on that hanging chad.
….when I get off my typewriter, I’m going to get on my knees and pray for the classmate on the Ohio River. My friend that lost his mom just before he turned fifty. My two girlfriends that have twenty something sons that worry them.
I have a prayer for parents with children that are ill. I have a prayer for parents that lost a child. Grown children that have lost a mommy or daddy get a shout out as well. A prayer for lonely ladies and sulking sons. I can’t forget that “Hail Mary” for those with flat tires on life’s journey or an "Our Father" for those searching for the lighthouse.
I definitely have a prayer for the guy who fixes Betty the Green Blazer. He and his beautiful wife announced the arrival of their first baby coming this summer. My closest prayer right now is for my Auntie and Cousin who are visiting Uncle Chris at a nursing home before he leaves for cocktails in heaven.
I’ll also take a moment and tell heaven to send love to all the Chalkheads. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have this avenue of therapy every morning before sunrise.
Today is going to be a righteous Saturday. Don’t forget to turn your clocks tonight. Get your errands and chores done early and go be astonished. The sun will be smiling today.
Carry them home…..
