I want to be a nomad...
I've been counting the days until my last duty day in the Air Force. Literally. There's an app for that. I'm down to 482 days. And I've got the bill issue sorted. The Harley is paid off and the VW will be paid off in September. The plan was/is to buy a place in Anchortown almost as soon as the car is paid off and well before I'm actually retired (that happens in 614 days) so that I have a place to move into as soon as I get home. Thing is, I'm not sure that's what I want just now. I can't see living permanently any where else, but there's drama amongst my friends up there and I'm not sure I want to inject myself into that right away. So the idea of selling most of my stuff and putting the little that is irreplaceable in storage is very appealing to me at the moment. To include the car that will soon be paid off. The idea of getting on the Harley and just going for a couple of years (read Neil Peart's "The Ghost Rider' for some idea) is very romantic. What I don't have is what you'd call an inexhaustible source of income. I mean, upon retirement I'll be pulling in about 1500 a month, but I don't think that would get me far. Surely not the distances Neil attained in his journey. Add to that my mutant ability to get lost in a paper bag and the idea becomes fraught with complications. So, plan "A" it will probably be.
So, this weekend... I had another of those rare good days here. Or I should say enjoyable. The phrase "rare good days" brings to mind those suffering with depression for some reason, in my mind at least, and it's not like that here. I just don't want to be here and get little enjoyment from Las Vegas in general. Saturday though, enjoyable day. There's an 11 year old in town here who has been diagnosed with brain cancer and rockforlifeinc.org set up a poker run with proceeds going to his treatment. It's what Rock for Life Inc. does. Anywho, a few of us from work decided to do the run because, well, why not. So breakfast at 0730, at the start by 0845 and off we go. 127 miles and 6 hours later (5 stops, two of which included a beer and one included lunch) and I end up with shit for a hand. Oh well. The weather was awesome, the company good and the cause worthwhile. Like I said, good day.
That's all for now I guess. I should get ready for work. Yeah, I have to work tonight.
I've been counting the days until my last duty day in the Air Force. Literally. There's an app for that. I'm down to 482 days. And I've got the bill issue sorted. The Harley is paid off and the VW will be paid off in September. The plan was/is to buy a place in Anchortown almost as soon as the car is paid off and well before I'm actually retired (that happens in 614 days) so that I have a place to move into as soon as I get home. Thing is, I'm not sure that's what I want just now. I can't see living permanently any where else, but there's drama amongst my friends up there and I'm not sure I want to inject myself into that right away. So the idea of selling most of my stuff and putting the little that is irreplaceable in storage is very appealing to me at the moment. To include the car that will soon be paid off. The idea of getting on the Harley and just going for a couple of years (read Neil Peart's "The Ghost Rider' for some idea) is very romantic. What I don't have is what you'd call an inexhaustible source of income. I mean, upon retirement I'll be pulling in about 1500 a month, but I don't think that would get me far. Surely not the distances Neil attained in his journey. Add to that my mutant ability to get lost in a paper bag and the idea becomes fraught with complications. So, plan "A" it will probably be.
So, this weekend... I had another of those rare good days here. Or I should say enjoyable. The phrase "rare good days" brings to mind those suffering with depression for some reason, in my mind at least, and it's not like that here. I just don't want to be here and get little enjoyment from Las Vegas in general. Saturday though, enjoyable day. There's an 11 year old in town here who has been diagnosed with brain cancer and rockforlifeinc.org set up a poker run with proceeds going to his treatment. It's what Rock for Life Inc. does. Anywho, a few of us from work decided to do the run because, well, why not. So breakfast at 0730, at the start by 0845 and off we go. 127 miles and 6 hours later (5 stops, two of which included a beer and one included lunch) and I end up with shit for a hand. Oh well. The weather was awesome, the company good and the cause worthwhile. Like I said, good day.
That's all for now I guess. I should get ready for work. Yeah, I have to work tonight.
jaxy:
Thank you.