So far outside the box you can't even see the box from here.
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Saturday, July 4, 2015
The hot breath of mortality
I'm at that stage of life: no longer a kid, but not quite ready for one of those walkers with tennis balls on the feet.
It doesn't help that people I went to high school with are being tested for Alzheimer's disease. I know it can strike the pre Social Security crowd, but it does rub mortality in one's face. There is stuff I want to do before I forget there's stuff I want to do.
Another friend of mine is looking to retire to a nice little town near a good hospital. The hospital is the real draw for him. Sheesh. It seems like only yesterday we were skipping school and driving a black hobo blues singer to the Canadian border. Wacky fun.
Too many people go along in life thinking they have plenty of time for adventure. You don't know the number of your days or the quality. In the great scheme of things all we have is now. Then again, maybe I want to have some fun before I'm too old to know better.
When I was much younger I was badly injured and didn't know if I'd ever be able to do anything ever again. Between hard work and time to heal I got a lot better and could enjoy life again. There's nothing like getting a second chance at life to renew one's zest for it.
For me one of the worse things is life is to fall into a rut. Life becomes a cage. Too many only leave the cage at death. A box for a cage is not a step up.
There's a philosophical belief that the universe favors the bold and interesting. Let's put that theory to the test.
I live in an area of NH known as the Great North Woods. I'm in my dome-i-cile out in the county with my lovely wife and a varying number of family and friends
-part red neck, part hippie but all country. Experimenting and enjoying the adventure of life.