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Recently, someone asked what was in my bucket list, meaning what is remaining. Impossible to answer. My expectations are modest, and since the relative cost of anything is not something relatable, I don’t actually have one.
Moreover, I work best with a known timeline, and I am at an age where I might have about three decades, or less. Probably less. My health, I think, is good, but since I can’t see to the end of the driveway, what lies beyond is a mystery. I can make an educated guess, because things change slowly in this area, but who knows? Maybe someone has built a monolith. Just over there.
Instead, I spend my time doing things that won’t affect others. When I hunker down with a magnifying glass, there is no effort to burn holes in a page. More like trying to see if there are any important words. Normal stuff. I won’t be heading out on a world tour with my imaginary band, and the singing is rare. That’s how I roll.
Why not ask me questions that I could answer. Things like where I have been and what I remember about minor moments in our share life. I still remember an amazing range of trivia. I could be an education, for someone else.
The family knows where I am, but they have their own quests to follow. I listen for news, to ad to my list of stories. Of course, you are welcome to check out the archives, here. I also have a small library of hand written journals, if you want to know about the good old days. Probably faster to just ask me, because deciphering my hand writing is arduous. I can elaborate on minor points with a colour commentary. Colorblind colour commentary.
