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CARE ENOUGH WHEN IT MATTERS, OR . . .

Does anyone care enough? Yes? No? Depends? Ask someone who cares about everything, all the time, with every fiber in their soul, blah, blah, blah. They care, just ask them. How can anyone care so much about so many things? What’s the secret? Please continue:

NEXT YEAR, MAYBE THE YEAR AFTER

Next year shows up fast, so fast that you haven’t gotten over anything from the last year. Suddenly you’re stacking the new ‘get over it’ on top of the old ‘get over it.’ You used to care about getting over things. What happened? This happened:

TAKING TIME, MAKING TIME

Taking time for the little things is something we’re supposed to do. Making time to get it right is always the challenge. In some worlds, maybe yours, time is elusive, slippery, until you get rewired one way or the other.

PERMANENT BUILDINGS FOR THE FUTURE

I look for permanent buildings the older I get. It’s always a treat. I’m older than the town I live in, older than the first house I owned, older than where I live mow. Maybe I’m the permanent building? Naw. Maybe you?

DOING MORE? MORE WHAT?

‘Doing more’ is the vibe hanging over me, maybe you too. ‘Make your time count.’ ‘Give your all.’ ‘Don’t waste your energy.’

LETTING IT FLY? WHERE ARE THE WINGS

‘Letting it fly’ is another way of saying, ‘Is that all you’ve got?’ One of my goals in life is not backing down to fear. Am I afraid of a famous tea room? Yes, but I let it fly. How did I get over this unreasonable fear? I had help.

GET UP, WAKE UP, STAND UP

Get up, wake up, stand up, and look where you’re going. Those were words from a surfer teaching another how to surf. It’s the complete opposite of my surf school. I didn’t get up, didn’t wake up, didn’t stand up. Oh, and I didn’t look around.

THE DAY AFTER TODAY IS THE BEST DAY, OR IS IT TODAY

I grew up thinking good times were the day after I first heard about ‘delayed satisfaction.’ People who wanted it all, and wanted it now, were not realistic. What do you want? All. When do you want it? Now. Why didn’t that work out for me? I had brothers and sisters.

DOWNTOWN PORTLAND OREGON ON A FAMILY SATURDAY NIGHT

Traveling to downtown Portland for a visit, for a look-around? But you’ve seen the news, the tents, the drugs, the crime. So have I. It’s a red flag, but not this time. We took a chance to claim, or reclaim, the Rose City as our own.

THE NON-BLOG BLOG REPORT

One of my non-blog blog readers had something to say, which is nice. They liked the travel posts from England better than the current production. We ended with a promise to get together and share half-lies, speculation, and innuendo. I like the plan because I like good readers with a lively opinion.