Been thinkin' again. As usual that means trouble, but what the heck.
I need to find a lady to make sure my cloths match as i travel from boon dock place to boon dock place and keep me headed in the right direction. Ask me questions, like where ya going? which means she wants me to do something or fix something, all the men out there know what i mean. I've been waiting for a couple of years now since my wife died. No easy way to put it. I stopped eating until one of my neighbors found me in a chair outside and called 911. I'm ok now other than the knot in the stomach. I have discovered that i can't cook. or even boil water correctly, certainly can't dress myself in matching cloths. Who knew.
Anyhoo - I'm closing up the house and hooking my camper to my old rusty pickup to begin exploring this great nation. It's obvious that I'm too old to "date" but i am wise enough to know that I'm not going to be complete alone.
There has to be some one living day to day, looking out the window, waiting for something to happen. I am going to make things happen, see new things, do new things, follow the warm weather, meet new folks, find some joy each day. Half of that will be sharing the experience. I know I'm crazy to think this way however i know that the pleasures of life will not come to me, I'm going to go find pleasure and contentment. I might even shave my beard off. I don't have much hair left so that will save a lot of time right there. and wear and tear on a comb.
Gotta go. Maybe more later.
Ken