It’s Friday. I’ve decided that it’s it the beginning of the weekend, rather than the end of the workweek. That means wine instead of dinner (or as a prelude to, depending on how things go…). That means writing (blogging), or cleaning, or the start of my to-do list, or phone calls to family, or… anything other than planting myself on the couch and watching TV.
TV is my week-day escape. Especially during the colder months. As the weather gets nicer, TV will be replaced by yard-work, bike rides, dog-runs, days in my (kiddie)pool, evenings by the firepit. Whatever strikes my fancy. I like being struck by fancy…
Interruption…a good one…a phone call from my sister, Sheila. We talked about everything sisters talk about…I only wish we could do it in person, instead of on the phone. Someday soon, next couple of years, after I put band-aids all over my house, so I can sell it for at least what I owe. I heard today on the radio that our town is expecting to add 350 jobs soon (did not catch the time-line, but there is a whole lot of new construction and road-work going on). Damien predicted that property values would go up, eventually, so maybe I’ve hung on just long enough to realize a small profit to fund my next fantasy…which would be…what? Time to decide, soon, me thinks. Besides, I’m not getting younger. But, I am not getting older, either. That, I believe, is a state of mind.
I am not an Ashram meditator, or anything even close (although I really want to try Yogo and Pilates). But I know how to take care of myself. I’ve been doing it for years, without the benefit of the government (except for a brief stint on Food Stamps [I didn’t even know I qualified until I started working at Wal-mart.) I decided…(I agonized…it was about pride)…I’ve paid into the system, so I will take back, just for a minute, thank you very much]).
And, without the benefit of a PCP (Primary Care Physician [or any other doctor, at all), (I haven’t been to a doctor in over ten (10) years; stupid [some would say], maybe, but I am weirdly proud of that fact) I’ve successfully self-treated every ailment that has ever befallen me (and there have been many). I’ve lived without plumbing for three (3) years (not anymore), went without a car for five (5) years (not anymore). I don’t have cable TV (and will not, ever), and I have a cell phone only because my sisters put me on their family plan so we could stay in touch (I do love texting!). I am not anti-tech; I couldn’t live without my computer (well, of course, I could, and I did go without for three (3) years during the really bad period [referenced earlier], but truth be told, it adds enjoyment to my life in a lot of ways.
Creative outlets. Connection with the outside world (that being YOU my readers). How am I doing? Am I entertaining you? Are you bored? Is this a place you would like to continue to visit? What do you want to hear about? No, promises, of course…for now, it’s all about me! Got anything to say? Be nice, please…I believe in Karma, and so should you.
TBC (To Be Continued): The weekend is oh, so young.