Or Not

 

Post-Impressionism / Istvan Nagy/ Backyard

It’s Friday too early.  It is a good time to think and to peck away at a keyboard.  I am figuring out how to approach the next little episode of my life.   There really aren’t that many left. 

The easiest and the one that makes the most sense is just hang on for a while and see which way the cookie crumbles.  Stay in the Portland region, maybe move over to the Washington side and find a place within walking distance of the fam-damily.  But like all things that look easy, I get nervous because in my life the easy and obvious choices have been those with the most blowback attached.

In a sense, what I am trying to figure out is what stage of the overall collapse (whole or partial, it doesn’t matter) we are in and how in fact do I make it as easy as possible on myself to navigate the times of suckage that are looking to welcome us to the future. 

Now, I have gone a long way down this line already.  I have stripped a lot of the surplus out of my life and I feel that I am constantly on the lookout for other ways to pare out excess.  

But Vantucky is just lower-case Portland.  It has enough of a conservative bent that a lot of the seriously idiotic efforts made in Portland by the intelligentsia just don’t seem to take root.  It is probably even more pearly-white that Portland, so the food is not nearly as good.  

So where else do I go?  I tend to think that a more agrarian area might suit me.  Luckily out West here, those are pretty easy to find.  But I am no longer a fan of hard winters so that narrows down the prospects considerably.  

Who knows.  I’ll work it out..or not.