No matter, I have what I need in the morning and can resume the project at hand, and it gets put away when I am done.
I have never been an 'entertainer' per se (although no one leaves hungry or thirsty unless of their own volition), and really have little patience with the hobnobbers who only live to impress each other with how trendy or chic they are.
I'd rather spend my money on decent coffee than fancy cups.
To each their own, but I don't play the game.
I drive older vehicles (they are cheaper and paid for and get the job done).
Those I consider real friends are people I have known for decades. We have been involved in projects at one time or another, some successful, some not so much, but all of which leave us with a few good shared stories, which in the end is about all you have left after a few years.
We don't live in the boonies, quite, by North Dakota standards, but all of North Dakota except for a couple of dots on the map is 'the boonies' to most Americans. I like it that way, and fastidiously avoid places where distances are measured in minutes and not miles, unless the two are either roughly equal or part of the trip is on gravel roads.
Society is a mess, and even here, where I once thought people would all pull together and survive, I am now not sure that would be the case at all.
Maybe I am just seeing better with older eyes, maybe things have changed, or maybe it is a little of both.
I see a new generation with horribly shallow ideas who would walk through mudholes while thumbing their phones and never notice and I seriously wonder how much longer this nation will withstand the likes of the jihadis and the liberals. The picture isn't pretty.
I have my grandpa's shotgun, but Dad's old rifle is better, and I have added a few of my own to the herd. Wheel guns are fine (although I admittedly prefer semi-autos), but a good rifle has no substitute.
Sound sorta like us. - I’ve gone to drinking instant coffee after years of brewing it. The machine got too messy when I only drink about a cup a day & husband doesn’t care for it.
We drive older cars, too. Husband has “taken me off the road”, I guess because he thinks at 69, I’m a hazard. So, I try to cooperate. It works okay. He doesn’t think much about the times he has had me drive him to the ER; I tell him he had better let me keep my hand in at driving a little bit anyway. - He hasn’t mentioned the couple he’s been hung up on having out to visit lately. I still think he just needs to go out for lunch with the old buddy & let the wife do her “thang”. I’m not one to keep on beating my head against a brick wall. - A few of his old high school buddies came out a few weeks ago; and we went over to Cracker Barrell & had lunch. It was nice; and not a strain on anybody. - Husband had to get a cellphone many years ago; back when they took up a whole passenger’s seat in the car. The receiver was as big or bigger than a whole cellphone today. - No one had a cellphone back then. We aren’t very progressive; but we were having to stop at every pay phone along our route for him to make appointments. Boy! That changed in a hurry! Now, they might as well just tape the things on their heads. It freaks me out for someone to walk up behind me yakking & I think they’re talking to me instead of talking to their phones!
My aim is probably lousy. Daddy was a WWII combat infantryman in the Army; shell-shocked all to hell. I reckon he thought if he just didn’t teach me good marksmanship, I’d never have to fight in a war. I wish; but if wishes were horses; beggars would ride!
Good post,FRiend.......
Sounds like you have a very good and comfortable life there. I can relate a bit....drive an older car and will always do so...I just rent a one for out of town trips.
After living in several major cities I opted for a more settled, calmer small town life, though some might call this a small city....it’s not close really to city life. And I love it!