I Want To Tango In Argentina
I was going to write about my day the other day. I went to my friends memorial. He was cremated. I've never known anyone who was before. There was just this little box there. Maybe 5 by 5 by 5. On a stand behind one of those kneeling pads. His guitar beside setting beside it. There were pictures. Some from a few years ago. Some from many years ago.
Then we came home for about a half hour then left for MrsS's cousin's birthday party. Again, a bunch of people. Again a bunch of pictures. Kind of struck me that in different ways we were celebrating someone's life.
Is that what's left? Pictures. Unplayed guitars. The wife may get laid off at work. I talk of moving off the grid. What would that be like? No more computer within arms length. When we go hiking and are out in the woods I feel something big. Like a connection of some kind. I think sometimes its not about finding ourselves but about searching. Looking. Wandering. Bilbo says that "Not all those who wander are lost."
I want to wander more. Every day. From here. To there. And maybe back again.
Take some pictures..
*sigh*
Then we came home for about a half hour then left for MrsS's cousin's birthday party. Again, a bunch of people. Again a bunch of pictures. Kind of struck me that in different ways we were celebrating someone's life.
Is that what's left? Pictures. Unplayed guitars. The wife may get laid off at work. I talk of moving off the grid. What would that be like? No more computer within arms length. When we go hiking and are out in the woods I feel something big. Like a connection of some kind. I think sometimes its not about finding ourselves but about searching. Looking. Wandering. Bilbo says that "Not all those who wander are lost."
I want to wander more. Every day. From here. To there. And maybe back again.
Take some pictures..
*sigh*
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Scoobs57
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