Howdy,
Aren’t we all?
There’s a phrase in sports, He’s day-to-day.
A response in sports talk, Aren’t we all?
High on the list for snippet of wisdom you’ll hear if suckered into sports talk radio, which I tend to allow myself to do, or worse, sports talk television, which I really don’t. Not as much at least.
Talking heads, blathering mouths. Brains checked aside, for drama to flood in and rule the constant “debate.” The 24/7 played out in seconds.
Anyway.
So the all-day pregame health report goes, He’s day-to-day. So we’ll see how it goes, if he can go.
But it’s not just sports; that’s the whole point here, where the insight into the scattered wisdom is.
Sometimes we think we’re day today, as in, today is our day, but we — you and I — never know what life will throw at us in a day. Any given day.
“Day today is day-to-day.”
Like this very day today, I thought I had a chunk of sizable blocked-off, uninterrupted time for working, for reading, studying, writing. A window clearer than I see in months of sneaking in writing sessions.
But, instead, my mammoth park-and-butt-glue accomplish-and-create musecage moment became extra driving back and forth between two small towns. Precious personal minutes ticking off, like I was paying profoundly to be my own taxi driver — alone, the only one in the car, driving for others.
But, another but, you know what? It was okay. Really. Because I was able to help. Help out a son who was in a situation. (He’s fine.) One in which you’d want help and want to get on with your day without much more time of being sidelined and out of the flow, out of the crowd, out of the game … off of the list of day-to-day.
A human moment, vulnerable and in a snap setting other things aside.
Then I jetted back across town to Costco to purchase baby formula for another son — because that you’ve just got to have, regardless of the psychological cost or otherwise. When my fleeting moments of musing are escaped (and on the run, resetting the chase for future mini sessions) and I return home to the role of stay-at-home dad, I want that bottle-making magic powder in the mix of our afternoon.
For now, I’m getting some stuff done in the abbreviation remaining.
Eternity is now, but it can still change for us. Some day, when day-to-day was yesterday, this shifting life-to-death abridgment will be eternal.
Here’s a new phrase we’d be wise to consider and remember, Day today is day-to-day.
—Billy
Reading. Writing. Living.
P.S. Life-to-death(-to life epitome?)
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