Mountains

Republic of China (1912–1949) / Lin Fengmian/ Harvest

Raining Outside.  I am not depressed about this at all.  We need the water, we need the air cleaned out.  It has been too long since I have complained about the rain.  

Been a weird time and things don’t look to be a-changing.  I think that people and organizations are at their wits end.  They have tried to control beasts that are not tame and they are irritated that the beasts are not complying to their demands.  

What I tend to worry about is that the long weird time we have been going through may become a permanent feature.  Actually, I am pretty certain that it is going to become a permanent feature.

So, it looks like I will learn to live with it.  Shouldn’t be that big a problem, I have adapted to different realities before.  I think that the attraction of retirement is the inverse of that idea.  Folks think that their reality will be permanent.  Since I am on the cusp of retirement, for the past couple of weeks I have been trying to outline and implement a plan where I wouldn’t have to change anything.  Kinda like coasting down the backside of a long hill you have just biked up.

I think that I have figured out the way that I can coast.  But now I need to take a good long look at the hill.  I am coming to the realization that I am not at the crest of the hill yet.  Even worse, I am thinking that the mountain is getting taller as I pedal upwards.