Chores.

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It was 42 out there, but didn't feel too cold, even cool.  I hadn't gotten back to work, in any other way.  Didn't really feel like chores, but did them.  And they weren't bad this morning.  The pregnant rabbit didn't pop, yet.  I wish I could help, but there isn't much I can do.  Actually, that she is in the outbuilding, it is more comfortable.  Not sure that is a good thing, though.

I do yet plan to get the mop and caddy cleaned, then take a shower.  Trimming first, the beard.  Then put dishes to soak.  And, finally, rinsing the floor a time or two.  Oh, trash needs to go out.  And I should check litter.  That may or may not need to be changed.  So many things, little and bigger, to do.

I was, earlier, remembering a girl, woman, from highschool.  She was a year older, or in a class ahead of mine anyway.  Reminded me of Barbara Stanwick, or such.  Save for coke bottom bottle glasses.  But a smart gal.  Not a feminist smart, a feminine smart.  She... would have run the home.

Yea, she was interested.  Yes, I was too.  There were a few women I liked.  Three in a way I would have sorted out if I thought I could... and two or three I liked just because they were sexy.  All were sort of a cross, but some would not have worked out, no matter.  Crazy, no matter how sexy.  I knew crazy even back then.

I... this would have been a right gal to get on with.  She would have ruled, and run, the home.  And she would have pushed for success, so she could be home.  Even then, that was becoming unlikely.  I... hope she found it.  I... wish I could have been that guy.

I was also thinking about women, in general, from those days.  They sure were good looking back when.  Add a few years, decades, and... that... really changes.  Some of them go downhill so very fast.  Others, a few, still look quite amazing.  Or, last I saw.  The time will be spent, no matter.  And, all will age.  I hope their time was spent well.

My time wasn't poorly spent, given the givens.  I tried for love, even after the greatest of failures.  Broken, it... was hard for me to keep up, or... be pleasant?  If I don't think that was it.  I've done what I could do, with what I had.  Had so little, time that I could use, compared to most of you.  Sleeping years away, no choice.  I don't think I had many options.

My only regret was that I hadn't come to God, and the church, when younger.  And met a right woman, in a right way.  Perhaps had children I could name, know, teach.  But, it... is the way it is.  Such memories.  It seems impossible, back then.  And, maybe, for some, it is.  I sure hope some of them made out okay, or better.  And, I pray, some still do... while young enough to enjoy life well, rightly, and while young enough to grow into it.  Amen.