Waiting to die

Last night Kadizzle talked to a good friend.  The poor guy has a bad case of Lutheranism.  The man has plenty of cheese, but is afraid of the future.  Every day he goes to a job he cannot stand.  The reason is he is insecure.  He feels he needs more cheese.  He is trading his life for cheese.  As you get old you realize time is worth more than cheese.  You will run out of time.  You may not run out of cheese.  Each year you are able to do less. Each year your knees are weaker, you endurance is less.  Then you have the ultimate problem.  You may get cancer. Your heart may give out.  So live. Live now.  Kadizzle has seen too many people drop dead before they every got to put the cheese on the cracker.  People love routine.  You get up have the coffee and later go to bed just to do it all over.  There is more to life than that.  Pursuing the cheese has wrecked a lot of lives.  People have sat behind a desk as the world passed them by.  What for? 

All this reminds Kadizzle of the old days when he was a kid.  The parents gave each of us ten dollars to go to the carnival.   Now you had ten bucks to spend.  Where you going to see the " Alligator woman"?  She walks, she talks, she slithers on her belly, or where you going to win big on one of the rigged gambling sites?  You had ten dollars, that was it.  Well that is life you have so much time.  Are you going to spend it sitting in a church pew or sailing on the lake?  Are you going to spend it in some damn coal mine or on the top of a mountain?  Kadizzle was a lucky man he retired when he was fifty, and does not regret it a bit.  The Kadizzles have some good friends who did the same thing. They biked from Spokane to Alaska, turned around and biked down the Rocky Mountains through Colorado. They spent 12 years in the back country of Glacier Park.  Some other friends sailed the Pacific for 12 years.  What about you?  Did you sit and stare at a clock waiting for Friday?  We have nothing to fear, but fear itself. 

What inspired Kadizzle?  My brother dropped dead at 49,  a couple weeks later the guy Kadizzle rode to work with dropped dead at the same age on the kitchen floor one Saturday morning.  The hell with that Kadizzle said and he retired.  Haven't dropped dead yet, but have sure done a lot in the twenty one years. Kadizzle's last job was boiling water in a power plant.  A power plant is just a giant tea kettle.  There is a lot more to life than boiling water.  My buddy who is still trying to stack the cheese is a water boiler.  Boiling water around here is big business.  It is a boring business. Imagine maintaining a clock, but the clock always runs.  You just sit there and the clock ticks.  That clock is ticking away your life. Kadizzle sees sadness in the clock watchers.