Another Day in Paradise

Never, ever, under any circumstances should I contrive to change anything on my computer or phone.

I’ve been looking for the pictures on my phone. Can’t seem to find the little sucker on my laptop. Where, oh where, has my phone gone? Literally it is sitting on my desk just inches away from my fingers.

Figuratively, I’ve lost it to the big wide world of ….not here anymore.

I need help, must call a kid.

The kid couldn’t help either.

Oh dear.

So now I’ve spent the whole day looking for my phone in this wondrous electronic world. Needless to say, my frustration level is now in overdrive. Now would be a good time to go to the Patience Store and purchase a new supply. Oh, if only there was such a place.

Daughter Falon is in Cleveland today. She visited the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. I got a text from her. Ass, Grass, or Gas. Okay, all you 60’s and 70’s coming of age, wannabe hippie types, what comes next?

Nobody rides for free.

Apparently an orange bumper sticker sporting that particular epitaph is part of the museum’s Grateful Dead ‘caravan’ show. I’m sorry I missed it.

It’s always a hoot to stroll down memory lane. And now is the time to do it, before Memory Lane fades to Wish I Could Remember Lane. Awww, I may be halfway there.

Caravan conjures images of a nomadic life and Pierce Brosnan. Why Pierce Brosnan? He was in a movie called ‘Nomads’. Cool movie.

Nomadic life would be a journey for me, traveling, wandering, seeing, doing, experiencing all that the world has to offer. Occasionally I wish that I had wandered in my youth. Now I yearn to spend my retirement doing just that. I hope to be physically able to walk, motor, take trains, planes, buses, and boats to see the sights. I want to travel across the U.S., visit all the states, go to British Columbia, walk through the heather in Scotland, visit the land of Vlad the Impaler and wander through the streets of Amsterdam.

Now that’s a varied list. Will there be time for more?  I hope so!

I’ve actually looked at the travel across the U.S. possibility of fitting a retired school bus as an RV. Don’t laugh. I think it might actually be an affordable option. It just seems silly to invest half your retirement in an RV. I’d like a little left over for planes, trains, buses, and boats outside North America.

Ah. Traveling the world, foot loose and fancy free looking for the next adventure. Perhaps I should have kept that journalism major lo those many years ago.

Who knows?

Tomorrow the first completed Pinterest Project tutorial goes live.

Here’s a sneak peak: