I spend way too much time feeling sorry for myself, as evidenced by this blog, and today I got a wakeup call.

I was sitting in one of the enclosures in the Park, reading my mail and ready to go feed the birds lunch, when a white van pulled up. A heavy set guy in his thirties climbed out of the drivers seat, put himself into a motorized scooter and lowered himself to the ground with a lift on the passenger side.

He came around the corner of the van with a bag of charcoal, and headed for the grill. I asked if he was setting up for a family barbecue, which would have made sense since it's the day before the Fourth.

He said, no, they don't allow grilling where he lives, so he has to come up here. He's obviously alone, overweight and disabled, yet still get's out there and lives. Where the hell do I get off pissing and moaning about life!

I was buying wild bird seed at Tractor Supply this morning and the attractive older lady checking me out started flirting with me. The tab was $19.74 and we started talking about going back to that year if we could, and doing everything different. I didn't see a ring and I should have invited her to lunch to discuss this further. I think my confidence is shot...