LathrenJames
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"Total Conciousness!" No money but I got that going for me...lmao
LathrenJames said:"Total Conciousness!" No money but I got that going for me...lmao
captain said:Psalm 37:25 King James Version (KJV)
25 I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.
DLTooley said:Bill Murray is a wise, and funny, man. Presumably he eats right, among other things.
I know what you mean. I'm white too.RoadtripsAndCampfires said:If there is anything that can help me change my thinking from negative to positve that's it. Or sometimes it's music - I can put on some old rock n roll and soon I'm singing (out of tune) and dancing (sort of I have issues)
rm.w/aview said:Going seasonal & moving twice per year is an option. If leaving the road entirely then perhaps a 30 year loan with low monthly payment due to the balloon payment at the end. So if you're 85 that'll be due when you're 115 years old.
Deb_A said:My son says he'll take care of me, but I don't want to burden him. I don't really want to live long enough to be old and decrepit, so I have the Smith and Wesson retirement plan.
We've had people die in these apartments where I live and not be found for days. This is not a community, it's just a place to live. That's one reason I want to van dwell for as long as I can and become part of some kind of community. I'm so tired of being alone and scared that something will happen to me and I will lie here and die because nobody will know I'm not o.k. I've started wearing my cell phone around my neck now, because I've fallen on this hard, tile floor and am afraid that the next time, I'm going to break something and not be able to get help.
It's also why I want to stay mostly in cities. but that's not even a guarantee. I read about people who find van dwellers dead in WalMart parking lots, or parked on city streets, and I wonder how many are out in the back woods somewhere, where no one knows where they went or when they're going to come back. While I admire the "lone wolf" dwellers who trek off to parts unknown by themselves, I could never do that. I need to stay somewhere there are either other people around who will check on me if I don't show up one day, or where I have a cell signal so I can tell someone where I'm going to be.
Having my van break down is nothing in comparison to the fear of serious injury of death on the road.
wasanah2 said:^^ Evidently, my last post to you was unacceptable to the moderators, so I'll try again.
Thanks for the recommendations, truly. You were very kind to do that.
I don't really like RV/trailer parks, being a true loner and EXTREMELY private. I need total privacy, where I don't have to see anyone unless I want to. Even in my 30s, I had a sign on my front door that said "If you weren't invited and it isn't an emergency, don't even knock." While it was meant to keep religious groups away, it worked for sales people and pesky neighbors too.
I always promised myself I would never live in a retirement home after I worked in one for the summer when I was in my teens.
My entire family were Masons, up until my father died. My mother and sisters were Eastern Star. I was the only person in the family who refused to join. Same with the Moose. I got invitations to be sponsored many times, but I don't like belonging to organizations, especially not secretive ones.
My sons both know my wishes, and while one is completely opposed and wants nothing to do with it, the other understands and accepts it. I have a living will with NHM (No Heroic Measures) and DNR (Do Not Resuscitate) orders in case I am determined to be too physically or brain damaged to ever have a normal life again. I would hate my sons if they forced me to live that way, which is why I've designated a totally impartial medical surrogate who will carry out my wishes to the letter. I would never force them to make those decisions.
I feel people should be able to choose how they live and how they die. I'm not a Christian, so death doesn't scare me.
Weight said:My old Uncle Weeks, he had a heart attack while cruising. Died instantly, ran off the mountain with a smile. Not like the cousins riding with him, they screamed all the way down.
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