Off Into The Sunset (And Thanks!)

I’d like to thank everyone for their donations. Also thanks for reading (and presumably enjoying) my walkabouts. Life gets busy. We often forget to take care of ourselves. “Take care” is the opposite of desperation. Yes, sometimes you’re so beaten you can do naught but Netflix and chill; but go easy on that drug! Too much and you’ll become addicted to your own slow death of sitting on the couch.

Before my last set of posts (somewhat to my own embarrassment) I mentioned donations. Y’all came through! I haven’t been able to personally thank everyone (my days are ridiculously busy) but you know who you are. Hopefully you know how awesome you are!

As the weekend approaches I have so much homestead work to do. There’s wood to chop and tractors to run and lawns getting shaggy. More than could be done by me even if I were half my age. If I could clone myself we’d both fall behind. It is what it is. Then again, that’s not the point of life.

Y’all put a handful of cash in a little Paypal account and it’s telling me something.

“Go play in the forest.” It says.

I think of the things that need doing; anchors on the boat of life. Do they really need doing? Can I slip away?

“Forget the lawn,” says the voice, “memento mori, the day they plant you in the dirt is another day the lawn will need mowing.”

So I’m off.

I’m not going anywhere special. I’m merely camping and taking trail rides to nowhere… which is probably closer to the meaning of life than catching up on errands.

Having seen Norse Gods and annoying ticks, what will I see this time? Who knows? I certainly don’t.

The blog will go on auto-pilot while I’m gone. Posts will pop up through the magic of machines that never sleep. Comments may be delayed or uneven because the approver (me) does sleep (and goes off grid). Delays and simplified posts just mean I’m out having fun.

You did this. Gas money is all it took.* Thanks.

A.C.

*I might add that a TW200 gets superb mileage. It’s a cheap high!