It was so wonderful to see Nancy the other day. She hasn't aged one iota! Who knew she was a Boston gal? I'll never forget the weekend that she invited us to her place in the Hudson Valley. That visit restored me (even though Chicky's pork gave me the grunting roils). I needed a retreat then badly. I had an aha moment watching Nancy revel in those very modest country accommodations. Happiness isn't about keeping up with the Joneses. If Nancy could be unashamedly happy in a trailer maybe I could be happy in an unexpected way too. Maybe I could write my own script? Maybe I could think about marching to a different drummer; though it would be years before I actually did anything. Thanks to Mistah for the great picture.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
marching to different drummer
It was so wonderful to see Nancy the other day. She hasn't aged one iota! Who knew she was a Boston gal? I'll never forget the weekend that she invited us to her place in the Hudson Valley. That visit restored me (even though Chicky's pork gave me the grunting roils). I needed a retreat then badly. I had an aha moment watching Nancy revel in those very modest country accommodations. Happiness isn't about keeping up with the Joneses. If Nancy could be unashamedly happy in a trailer maybe I could be happy in an unexpected way too. Maybe I could write my own script? Maybe I could think about marching to a different drummer; though it would be years before I actually did anything. Thanks to Mistah for the great picture.
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