boats in the current


It’s a dangerous thing to do early in the morning….to start looking at old pictures.

I could start to get sentimental if I didn’t watch myself.

It’s pictures like this one….little guys now grown….


Pretty wild to see some of this old stuff.

People grow up.

That is what they do.

And the only time that thought even comes close to freaking me out is if I start thinking that “people grow up….(or, at least, older)….and go away”.

It’s the “going away” part that just about kills me.

Of course, when one is pulling your hair and one is spilling your coffee, you might think, “Gahhhhhhhhh…..could you just GO SOMEWHERE?!! LEAVE ME ALONE FOR A MINUTE?!!! GIVE ME SOME PEACE?!!”…but you know you don’t really mean that….really….

It’s an empty request….until they grow up… and grow away.

Who wants to think about people going away, anyway?

That’s not something good to think about.

Of course, there are all sorts of levels of “going away”, too….but that’s something that would be really morose to get into.

What a buzzkill to be reminded that life needs change to be living.

Speaking of change….I changed the spark plugs in the Cherokee for the first time since I bought it….what? 3 years ago.

Man….the old plugs were in bad shape.

With 200,000 plus miles on the car, it makes sense they’d be kind of fried.

It runs a lot better now.

It’s funny how my head works (or doesn’t….work) sometimes.

I was running through all the bad potentials and something simply like changing the plugs fixed a lot of the negative possibilities that were swirling up in my head.

I don’t know why it takes me so long to discover and fix the “real problems”.

Maybe I like that the “suspense is killing me”?

Maybe I’m a low-level masochist?

Maybe that’s why I look at these old pictures?


I reminisce so that I can torture myself remembering all the things that have changed?

Nah…..”torture” is the wrong word.

It never hurts to remember something good.




About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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