Now that's living!

Ob-li-de! Ob-la-da ... Life goes on ... "

Well ... it does and it doesn't.

I've been counting up the deaths and there've been a lot in my life.

They're gone.

I'm still here.

It's as mystifying as "Ob-li-de! Ob-la-da" ... a Jamaican phrase Paul McCartney admits he has no clue as to what it means ... but he liked the way it sounds ... so a song was born.

Why do I get to stay and they had to go?

If it were up to me I'd rather they still be here.

Well ... not all of them ... but most of them ... the ones I loved and liked ... I don't give much thought to the others.

I'm not one who believes God's got St. Peter at a desk with a Divinely appointed time chart of who's got to go when ... that strikes me as silly and sad.

I do think we're given this life and ... it's ours to do with what we wish ... some do better than others with it ... and then it ends.

It's like most everything you buy at the Grocery Store ... there's a life expectancy stamped on it.

I don't know what my life expectancy is ... I choose to not think about it ... because I'd rather focus on the good things happening at the moment.

I'm sitting in a nice chair, with a nice view, in a nice house, with a dog snoring under my bare feet, watching the floor dry where I mopped it a while ago, listening to good music my son sent me, waiting on a friend to come practice guitar for Bar Church on Sunday.

I worked hard throughout the morning and am satisfied with the progress so far.

I've got to pick up the girls in a few hours so I'm trying to get a lot done in a short period of time because ... there's no getting much anything done with little girls in one house.

My mind drifts to last night as I sat on a pillow in the floor while Sarah lounged on the sofa while we mindlessly watched television ... the girls were elsewhere for the moment ... and she drug her fingers through my hair.

Now that's living!

Of course the girls had to screw it up by coming in wanting attention ... affection ... "prayers for scary dreams" ... to deliver their ultimatums for tomorrow ... and other such stuff.

It makes me smile.

I don't know how much of this I have left.

It's a gift.

Ask God.

I'd rather not interrupt God right now as lots of my friends are dying.

I'd rather go unnoticed.

Because as bad as it can sometimes be ... Life is Good!