Various Stations of Life..

One of the reasons I'm still a huge fan of the Sienfeld series is that many things in my life can be easily related to the show... I'm sure most American's lives can - such was the nature of the show. Right now, one of George Costanza's famous lines is my line. "My name is George Costanza... I'm unemployed and I live with my parents".

Of course, this is only a temporary stay until I get myself situated after taking the bar and hopefully finding a job. If it is anything beyond temporary, please, someone... put me out of my misery!

I'm sitting here as I type, listening to my dad snore away. It's amusing on its face, but it makes me think of how tired he really is. Let me paint you the picture. He's laying on his back on the floor of the living room, having just completed some of his exercises, face straight up, mouth wide open. I've been watching him over the last couple of days... a luxury that comes with being unemployed and living with one's parents... and I've noticed that whenever, wherever he happens to stop working, he drifts off to sleep. Often I see him put his forehead right on the table after he eats lunch and finds some rest.

It's not surprising though... I've never known a man who worked as hard - constantly pushing himself to get things done and then do some more... I've literally seen him fall asleep at the wheel when coming home from out-of-town jobs. He was never a man to "wait until tomorrow" to do something. And it wasn't as if he would ever come home from work and sit down and relax. There was always hard work to be done at home - after all, he built his own home, barn and sundry other edifices around the property.

He fights the urge to sleep, but in the sunset of his years, sleep is starting to catch up to him.