So, I was soaking in the bathtub a little while ago (something I do regularly during the cooler months) and it occurred to me that I should start keeping a journal. You see, a close friend had a heart attack this week. He was fortunate to be somewhere an ambulance could get to him quickly enough to minimize the damage. Also, he was able to call his wife and talk about what was going on which helped him to make the decision to dial 911. He’s going to be ok.
I thought about this in the context of my life. I have a great life. I live alone with my dog and can sleep in or not, go hiking, go for a motorcycle ride or just sit and read a book pretty much whenever I wish. I don’t have to work and I don’t even have to leave the house if I don’t want to. Life is good. I mean really good!
But, sooner or later Scratch is gonna come collect that debt I owe him and thats ok. What worries me is just where I might be when that happens. What will my dog do? I mean, some days we hike miles into the forest. There isn’t any cellphone service in much of the forest. The same goes for the motorcycle rides we go on. Cell coverage is sparse in the mountains. Who is going to know? What will become of the dog?
So maybe I should write a journal or at least a note from time to time about where I am and what I’m doing. Bread crumbs tend to disappear.
I have this website. I might as well use it. It’s easy enough to write a post from a smart phone or tablet. I should post my journal here!
Now, you who know me really well are thinking “we won’t see another post in months if not years” and you are probably right. At least you know I’m alive and well now.
We’ll see what tomorrow brings.
Peace out Y’all.
