Leave It At Good
Wednesday. Some thoughts maybe I should get my act together as I was having breakfast. Nothing too radical, you understand; maybe clean the apartment, get the storage locker squared away, find another place to live: the usual stuff, I've talked about it here for what seems forever. A product of the feeling better head, perhaps; could be, probably is, but still, getting my act together needs to happen if I'm ever going to have another chapter in these not quite yet declining years.
They're declining, my bucko. Just read your journal.
Yeah, but I'm still able to scoot around, twirling head or not, pack a camera and drive a car. The important things in life, in other words.
“Scoot around, pack a camera and drive a car?" They're your idea of life's basics?
You take what you can, my friend. You take what you're given and go with it said the man on the mountain.
You quote a lot of “living on a mountain” types for someone who's never done more than flown over one.
I hiked around Mt. Ranier once, except I believe we crapped out two days into what I believe was a nine or ten day journey. My heart is in the right place; my ass, unfortunately, has its own itinerary.
So, as mentioned, breakfast at the usual café after a good night's sleep, some wine last night, more than I care to consume in an evening, but overall not all that much, the head in good shape (yes the aching, but not the vertigo like symptoms), walking this morning: head up, shoulders straight, realizing this hasn't always been the case. So good. We'll leave it at good.