My Big Trip
There are times when I visit the city that I think I'd really like to live here. I've been here for seven or eight new year's eve celebrations so far, starting in 1966. It is my favorite city by far. Sometimes I think I look like a rube from some bucollic backroad. (I am) Sometimes I feel like I could easily belong here and plant roots.
#1 has been here two years now and has grown into quite a man. He's got the education of a geek and the soul of a guru.
Hard to find words that adeqauately describe him. Like most of us he's a walking contradiction, partly truth partly fiction. I remember that phrase from an old song. Chris Kristofferson I think. In any event thanks to whoever planted that seed in my brain.
I'll be here about another week and then it is back to the north. I face a real emotional storm when I get home. I retired and there are going to be some serious changes in my life. For one thing I will need to learn to live on a rather tight budget.
Luckily I have about 30 projects to finish and most of them will produce at least some income. It's hard to live on SS.
By any world standard I am wealthy and I need to remember that. To separate needs from wants is an important survival skill.
Beyond the basics more stuff and more money just become an anchor.
Be well, do good.
LN
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