Doing what I love is freedom; loving what I do is happiness. Don't forget to click the pics.
I walked around the block at my daughter's house about a week ago, and now I've rested up enough to do it again. There's some pretty houses here, but I wouldn't want to put up with the hassles, the expense, and the upkeep anymore. I've had all that and I wasn't nearly as happy as I am with the way I'm living now. Freedom is what I call happiness, and I can't get that freedom anchored to the ground no matter how nice the house is.
Having said that, I do hope that one day when they take away my car keys, and throw me in an old folks home..... it looks like this.
It's another hot day today with temperatures in the mid-90s, and if there was any humidity at all lurking around, I might need an air conditioner.
Since I had my oil changed last year about this time in Denver, I wrote down my mileage and it looks like I put about 6500 miles on my truck this last year. I consider that a good thing because the truck has about 191,000 miles on it at the moment, and I certainly don't want my truck to wear out before I do because buying a new one is not in the cards.
From what I understand, trucks are exceptionally popular nowadays. Some of that popularity may be caused by folks needing to pull the trailers they're still waiting for from the various RV factories. I've even heard that car dealers are not in a dealing mood due to the pickup truck's popularity, and some poor folks are actually having to pay MSRP, [Manufacturers Suggested Retail Price] which I've never paid in my life, and have no intention of doing so now.
Since there isn't much going on in my life right now, I'm thinking that tomorrow I might write a blog post reminiscing about last winter's travel season. This would consist mainly of pictures you've already seen and a few you haven't; it would be kind of a synopsis of my winter travels and the places and things I've enjoyed... Which to me always looks better in the rear-view mirror.
So if my life and travels bored you to tears while it was actually happening, imagine how it will feel living it all over again... I can hardly wait.
Maybe you see a big house, I see a big property tax bill that would be better spent on things that make me happy
Not being a big fan of cutting grass on my days off, I feel like the less grass the better. My guess is these folks take their boat 2 miles away to Chatfield State Park, and water-ski while someone else cuts their grass.
Nothing says "I've got it made in the shade," like a big house, and a circular driveway with a Mercedes parked in it.