I’m Fxing to Get Back into the Same Old Groove

I’m fixing to get back into the same old groove.

The holidays are long gone. All those three and four day weekends are a thing of the past and it’s time to rev up your engines and get back on the old rough and rugged road of life.

Tomorrow is just another day. Santa has come and gone and the cheer of a new year with all its expectations is no longer headlines, but rather has faded into the text below them.

It’s time to get moving again because that’s what we mortals do—we move so we can eat, then we eat so we can keep moving.

Besides all the eating during the holidays I got in a lot of reading time and managed to finish reading The History of Tom Jones, all 871 pages of fine print. It was written by Henry Fielding and published in 1749, some 263 years ago, where the expansionary and prolonged soap opera was set in London and the English Countryside. It was long and it was awesome, and I truly admired the way Mr. Fielding could string words together.

I never met anyone who liked to read to be a bad person. However, I have known a few who had been bad people before they discovered the joy of reading, and only discovered the wonder of the written word due to their badness.

An example of such a person would be my Cousin Elroy’s brother-in-law’s first wife’s stepson, who spent the holidays behind bars because he had been a bad boy, and now he was learning to love to read in a dim lit cell.

When the cops had inquired as to his whereabouts during the alleged incident he was suspected of, he told them he had been in California picking fruit. When they asked what kind of fruit he informed them it had been raisins or maybe prunes. Now he’s picking up cigarette butts, but according to Elroy he’s doing a lot of reading, too.

Considering the above referenced young man’s situation, and that of a lot of other unfortunate folks, getting back into my same old groove doesn’t seem to be fixing to be so bad after all.