Jumping off the Wagon

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
— Oscar Wilde

Well, hello beautiful people.  My apologies for the lack of soup yesterday; we had company, a father, a wife, and two young children.  As I began making my soup, I had a four-year-old playing a flute and a two-year-old watching sponge bob.  Mom and dad were here until about 10:00, then headed to his son’s funeral.

My friend lost his son earlier this year; he was buried in Evergreen; they were headed to town and asked if we knew any place to stay in Evergreen.  Since we are 20 minutes from Evergreen, we offered our home as an option, they accepted, and we dined and drank and caught up with our friends.  Yesterday I was reminded how much work young kids are; we did bubbles, played with the adorable cat, and watched Crooks 2.

They left, took some time to organize, PVHT’s hair was everywhere, did some cleaning, and then relaxed the rest of the day.  We had a fantastic dinner made by my resident executive chef and then closed the night watching UFC.

I used my strategy of betting ten bucks on the underdog; I went heavy on Rose to beat her opponent, I ended up $40.00 ahead.  I bet $100.00, won $40.00; money seems to be coming my way these days.

PVHT is sitting on my bean bag; my Queen is to my right; we slept well last night.  We’ve got brunch with our friends today, then some errands, then home.  I bought us both Ipad 12’s for one reason.  I read in bed this past week and became frustrated I couldn’t see the page; I’m getting old.  So the solution was to buy large screens to read our books; no longer am I bound by the limitations of pulp.

Our deer friends have returned, we have a herd, maybe ten or so, this morning a lone wolf showed up, I shot a photo, I’ve used that as my heading, they are beautiful souls.  PVHT seems to like them; she watches them as if they are from another planet. I think I’ve shared, but PVHT has a nasty appendage.  She slipped when playing with the monkey on the beanbags and now has a limp.  It’s getting better, no crutches needed; I shared with her Mom did the same thing, and it took a month to heal.

It’s beautiful here, stunning really, paradise is my best description.  I spend time thinking about where I came from and where I am, it was an exquisite journey, and I’m not done; I still have miles to go.  I’m not sure where the next home will be; that’s the fun part, looking, learning, and wondering what’s next.  For now, I’ll sit my ass on top of a mountain with my Queen and ponder.

Our last week here, before heading back to Indiana.  I’ve filled my dance card, family, friends, clients in that order will be tended to, loved, cherished, and then we will head back to our mountain top chalet.  I am meeting with our VRBO folks, they will begin renting our Indy home starting in June, we will block the times we will be there, and then others enjoy our space.

We had a walk-through last year, checking out our home, positioning it for corporate rentals. I asked how much we might expect to fetch from our house and the young man who has 42 units in the area said “$4000.00”.  I said a month; he smiled “a week.” As I said before, money seems to be flowing our way these days.  I think I’ll take the excess and dump it into cryptocurrency.  I’m a little concerned about the value of American currency, but that’s another story.

So how are you?  Are you living your best life, having brunch with friends, or wallowing in fear, anger, and angst?  There is another way you know; you can lean into life, enjoy every aspect, let go of those nasty things and look at the beauty of life?  It’s a choice, I’m not trying to tell you how to live, but I have a pretty good perspective; life is wonderful if you lean in.

I’m reading an Oscar Wilde book, “the Importance of Being Earnest.”  I bought it before I bought the Ipads; it will be the last pulp I read and then will transition to a digital format for all my books.  Someone asked why did I buy this book, and my answer was simple.  I quote Oscar more than any other writer; I’m in love with this gay man from the 1800s.  We have a connection much like the connection I have with my Uncle Hunter S.

The past connects the future and the future; well, that’s up to us to frame and form.  I am in control of what I see, feel, and think, so my future is bright.  Is your future bright or dull like the sheen from a piece of pulp? I got a text last night that one of my good friends was hanging out with my cousin.  Two mighty good men were meeting in Nashville for a mutual friend’s bachelor party.  It’s a small world folk.

My sober journey ended on Friday.  I was sitting sipping some Gatorade and sent my crew a note I would be drinking this weekend but rejoining their commitment on Monday.  My friend just sent a text; he lost 6 pounds this week; I guess I dropped four. I think me sober M – Thursday is not a wrong way to live.

Ah, but that’s me, you do you, I’ll do me, and the world will be fine.  I’m not in a position to judger another; I’ve got my baggage, but I’ve got my blessings as well, and it’s the blessings I choose to focus.  Live, live, live your life as you see fit, and don’t let another human dictate your happiness. You are in control of yourself; if you are not hitting home runs, striking out at every at-bat, it’s on you.  Suck it up, little one; this one’s going to thrive today, tomorrow, and every day after.  I will consume from the cornucopia of life, and I suggest you do the same.

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
— Oscar Wilde