House of cards

You ever feel like your life is the same as building a house of cards but no-one ever taught you the trick that allows you to really build a big one?

That's a little how I feel lately. It's hard to describe. Other than a feeling that you are doing everything you can, yet there is a secret out there that could make it so much easier. I know everyone probably feels this way sometimes, but it's not a feeling I like and it's not so easy to shake.

When I was a kid, there was a woman that lived two doors down from us. Mrs. Rainy. She was old, and really mean old. I was her paperboy for years when I got old enough to do that. Before then, she was a neighborhood icon. Sweet old woman that always had a smile on her face. I recall at 93 she was still walking downtown (a few blocks away) every day. Like clockwork. Everyday.

I think they finally moved her into an assisted living community when she was 98. I remember hearing about her being at least 103 or 4 at one point. I imagine she still had that smile on her face. Like someone told her the secret. Or maybe she just figured it out. Perhaps there is no secret. You just do as you do and hope you did your best.

A toast to smiles at a hundred.