Now There’s Just Again

 “Hell, there ain’t no more, now there’s just again.”

A great line on aging.

We don’t see much for the first time.

Now it’s just again.

And I read something somewhere. The author explained that the struggle is continuous.

Over and over.

Until we leave this world.

Now there’s just again.

The dishwasher clogged. For a few days, I cleaned the dishes by hand. Then my brother-in-law swung by and fixed it in five minutes.

Two washes later, the water didn’t drain again.

And it’s a never-ending stream of such annoyances.

Struggle.

I landed in Boston and made my way to Cape Cod.

There was an exit for a scenic spot where photos can be snapped.

Thought about it…

…didn’t have time.

And the first time I made it to the Cape I was like it excited.

Now it’s just again.

It’s a shame that there aren’t a lot of ‘firsts’ left.

At work I’ll get a call:

“Got a question for you.”

I don’t even get anxious if it starts that way…

…been doing this so long that there aren’t any new questions.

Now there’s just again.

We were watching a show about some medical emergency.

“What’s the answer?” Kathy asked.

“How would I know?”

“Weren’t you a medic in ‘Nam?”

Now she’s doing my comedy bits back to me!

Again.

“Hell, there ain’t no more…

…now there’s just again.”

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