I’m going down to Lucky Town
Going down to Lucky Town
I wanna lose these blues I’ve found
Down in Lucky Town
Baby, down in Lucky Town

There are some days that just scream for reflection, today is one of those days. It is a spectacularly beautiful afternoon, I am sitting out on my back patio, this is my view.

It may not look like much, but let’s take a small trip to find out why I think it is a lot:

I’m well into my 70th year, I’m healthy (at least as far as I know), I have a partner on this crazy life train who is the best anyone could ever hope for, I have children who have found their own paths and who I can’t do justice with words to express how proud I am of them. Healthy, happy, granddaughters, friends, Abbey THE dog (sitting outside with me now as I write this). I get to look back at decades of a career that was never work as much as it was a daily joy, hopefully having made a very small difference in a world that is currently upside down. I get to listen to music that lifts me up, makes me smile, makes me think, makes me cry, let’s me sing along (very off key but who cares…I sure don’t). I managed to make a move from an area I loved (and still do) to a brand new, comfortable, sunny, place that we now call home.

I could have walked down 100 different roads over the years and I have no clue what nudged me down the ones I chose, I just know that I’ve learned from each road taken and can look back with smiles for each journey, even the bumps were worth it (of course they don’t seem like that at the time but this is a reflection piece so I get to use the filter of hindsight and rose colored glasses don’t I?).

There really is no reason for this post today, other than I felt the need to put fingers to keyboard to simply make a record of how lucky I feel today, especially since some of the more recent posts have been a bit maudlin..

I started with Bruce, but the title is courtesy of ELP, and I’ll use some of those lyrics as an exit line (with a small change)

Ooh, what a lucky man he (is)