In two days, Monday, it will be my fifty-eighth birthday. Not such a big deal, but I should probably do something for it. I would love to invite friends over for Sunday night. HEY, you want to come over and have French Stuffed Leg of Lamb?
I spend a lot of time berating myself for things I have not yet finished, so I guess I should give myself some credit for things I have finished. NOTE: I just finished my application for the five year forgivable loan from the state for disaster relief for my 401 house. I think I will check with someone about finishing it. I would have to remain a landlord for another five years...I suppose I could live with that, as long as I had good renters who sign a lease and pay their deposit ahead of time. And don't have animals who destroy things.
I just talked to Gary G. briefly. He is really hot for a fifty-something. Too bad it didn't work out with him. Oh well. I did invite him to the meeting on the Eco-village tomorrow. I think that I may have to tone it down to a cold climate greenhouse and farm instead. I wonder if I should add onto this house? I hate to keep changing ideas, but I do have to do something that will work and help to keep me sustainable. I have been thinking again of moving to Fairfield where my best inclinations would be supported like meditation, dancing, learning, yoga, sustainability, right work and right investment for making money.
Right now, the only thing that appeals to me is travel and writing. And maybe watching TV. Vegging out. I want to go with Judie Fein to Tunesia in May. Maybe I'll stay there. I should sell the Town and Country Van first, then the RV, and sell or lease all of the horses and tack. That would lighten my load considerably. Then I just have to get someone who can rent 1399 and 1301 and pay the expenses on them, and I'm free to travel the world. Bye, bye, love! See ya later!
Maybe I'll just get in the RV and start going. Then I could take Chloe and do like Steinbeck in Travels with Charlie, his black standard poodle. Haven't read that in years. Maybe I should try it. I always liked Steinbeck.
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