And not just in Game of Thrones, it seems to be hitting Illinois now too. The wind chimes on the front porch sing all night, the wind howls and I am so glad to have done as much work as I have gotten done to make this old house more weather tight and energy effective.
But life here is pretty good, I've been single for over 11 years now, have not been dating anyone for about 3 years, maybe longer, it just really doen't seem important. I am really liking my life, who I am and what I am doing, most of the time.
There is nothing wrong with being in a relationship, making that work, but I've really done badly at it and now, I'm 60, and I can enjoy the single life without feeling I owe it to someone to let them take up my very valuable off work time with their wants and needs and demands.
Winter plans are for lowering debt, getting more interior work done here in the house and better order to my chaos, and plan for and save up for a vacation up to Canada, about 520 miles each direction, not counting all the play I do, for the Mad Bastard Scooter Rally, being held in London, Ontario Canada in late June. I will need wet riding gear, a passport, a map of where all the yarn shops are between here and there I want to visit-- and my old truck, my new Vespa and I will, all by ourselves, make my very first trip out of the country, my very first real vacation.
And I am still not happy with who our President elect is, or all the hate and anger and racism this long and ugly campaign season has brought out, or all the nasty attitudes it seems to have opened the doors to. But I am vowing to stand up against such, every where and every time it rears it's ugly head, including at my place of work, a very racially mixed, immigrant heavy location, and that mix of people suits me well.
And I am still battling with Windows 10 and Microsoft, and my silly iPad refuses to let me use my blogger app to post on either of my blogs. But knitting is going nicely at the kitchen table while I use the iPad to watch Netflix and The Crown, my current knitting entertainment.
I am considering my managing to escape several things to be a God given blessing, and I am now starting to remind myself to take my own advice-don't rise to the bait if you don't want to be the fish- especially when it comes to stuff on Facebook.
Yes, it is a rather solitary and self centered life, but I am solitary by nature, most of the time, and I am paying for that self-centered life with my own hard work and earnings, which are mine, then, to do with as I see fit or want to. I don't owe it to anyone else to make their life better, easier, nicer, happier and I don't expect them to do that for me either.
If it suits me to do things for someone else, that is my right and my choice. I do get to pick who I let into my small. personal life and time and who I will do things for, spend money on and so forth. That again is my right, and being related by blood does not make any obligations.
And now it's time to eat my breakfast and head to the plant for a 8+ hour Saturday once again.
A new pen wouldn’t hurt either
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