Bloomin’ n struttin’

clydesdale

Time’s a cruel bastard.

Yeah – that’s right. I said it.

Time’s evidently decided to run at a full gallop in 2017, and passed me so quickly that it’s already been two weeks since the last AGMA post. Yikes!

When I was young, Time seemed to be extremely lazy and liked to lolly gag around. Like he had nothing else to do but to taunt me with possibilities beyond my reach. I thought I would never turn 16. Or graduate from high school. Or go be grown up enough to go on a date…

Louise, my sweet step-mother, in the midst of my late 1960’s teenage angst, used to tell me I was going to be a late bloomer. She was trying to comfort me on those many (most) Friday and Saturday nights I would be chilling at home or over at one of my girlfriend’s. And not 16. Or a high school graduate.

And definitely NOT on a date.

But she was right. As usual.

AGMA turned 63 last week. And miracles of miracles, I think, just maybe, I’m starting to bloom. Like one of those century plants that flowers every 100 years.

But it only took me 63.

It feels like, after so many long, tumultuous, crazy  years, I’ve finally – finally – started to hit my full stride. And gotten my sh*t together. Sorta kinda.

But seriously?

At this point, there’s a heck of a lot less time to stride than when I was angsting in my parents home in the 60’s.  A lot less time to show off my lovely sh*t.

Round about early January, I got this sweet notice from WordPress congratulating me on 3 years of blogging. “What?” I noodled, “I’m pretty sure it’s only been 2 years. It can’t be 3 years already. I couldn’t have lost a year in there right?”

I was wrong. WP was right. Show offs.

So I was at my local tattoo parlor last week…

Did you you hear that? I said I was at a tattoo parlor!

Yeah baby – the ink’s gonna happen in 2017!

Last week was the first round of the design phase. After a couple of years of indecision and the inability to commit to a design, suddenly it all became clear. It was like divine inspiration. I knew what I wanted and why I wanted it. And where…

I’m not a Pinterest person, but I filled up my Tattoo ideas board with 23 pins. Typical AGMA.

The guy at the tattoo place was really nice. The woman I want to actually do the tattoo wasn’t in yet, but Stan helped me pull together the ideas I had into one design. It’s not there yet but it’s a great starting place.

AGMA’s pretty excited.

Stan said something to me that really struck me. It was something practical like needing to be careful about something because it could cause the colors to fade over the course of time. And, before I even knew what was coming out of my mouth, I said, “Honestly, I probably won’t live long enough for that to happen.”

Stan kinda looked shocked. AGMA, the good time tattoo buzz killer.

I guess I’m feeling a little angry at being a century bloomer. It just feels like I’ve wasted a hell of a lot of time. Time that I will never, ever get back. A lifetime almost.

But then a wise person might say that I wasn’t ready; I hadn’t learned the lessons I needed to learn. Until now. So that makes now the perfect time.

To everything, there a season and all that crap.

And I remember Ken, my 58 year old friend who died suddenly in December with still so much life ahead of him.

Nothing, absolutely nothing, is guaranteed.

“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”   Macbeth by William Shakespeare, Act 5, scene 5, 19-28

I guess that decides it.

I’ll bloom whenever and wherever, strut my together sh*t whenever and wherever, for as long as I have.  And get my ink ASAP.

Watch for AGMA blooming and strutting this Saturday at the Women’s March on Washington.  I probably won’t make The Guardian this time, but then again, maybe I will!

My next post could be from the pokey (great word!) asking for a donation to my GoFundMe page for bail…

Advertisements

21 thoughts on “Bloomin’ n struttin’

    • You guys will be first on the list to see the finished product Marty! Thanks for the HB and the wishes of safety. There are rumors that there will be goofballs in the crowd who want to stir things up then blame it on the marchers. I truly hope all goes well and stays peaceful. Of course the unpresident won’t hear us because he’ll be on vacation. WTF???

      Liked by 1 person

  1. We do get pictures of the final ink, right? and likely I won’t be able to help much with the bail thing. My wife and I are going to the Women’s March in our city. Don’t want to sound selfish, but you’ll be third or possibly fourth or fifth (I think one or two family members might be marching in their cities) in line for any bail funds I’ve got. Try to keep the criminal charges on the lower side of the bail schedule – maybe you could call ahead and find out the bail for various offenses and plan ahead.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Absolutely you get to see the ink once it doesn’t look all nasty and red. The lady who is going to do it only works Thurs through Sunday, and of course I’m out of town again this weekend. 😦 I’m going to try to see her tomorrow afternoon to get her to work on the final design so, fingers crossed, I next weekend will be the weekend!!

      And I get it – I’m pretty low on the bail list, but for good reason! So glad you have so many folks you know who are marching! And you and wife stay safe at your march. Go Andrew!!

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Belated Happy Birthday! Time is flying, January is half through and it was just Christmas.
    Good luck with your ink!
    I wonder if they will put many in the hoosegow? I bet they will just hand out tickets as there will be so many. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Time lost. That is a real bummer. I find it helps to think about all that lost time has taught me and how it has made me what I am. I plan on living to 100, so I have plenty of time left (25 years) to strut my stuff. Have fun marching. I hope it makes some difference.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. A belated Happy Birthday! As others say, be safe. Be vocal, be proud, but be safe.

    I too have always considered myself a late bloomer! I think now is my time. Isn’t there a Shakespeare quote about life being a stage? Thinking I like that better – My turn to enter, stage right!

    Liked by 1 person

Talk to me...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s