A fine slice of the Kona life. Why do I think that the chickens don’t belong to the person who placed the ad in the paper?
Good news… The USB memory key that went AWOL yesterday reappeared today. And, it reappeared before I hiked up the hill to WalMart for a replacement. Life is serene again.
Speaking of the serene life. Yesterday I started wondering about my life philosophy. I am not a person of faith. I would be considered an atheist, a freethinker, a secular humanist, None of the Above, or a plain old pagan. I have as much faith the tree as I do in the dude who was nailed to it. But, how, as a faithless old woman, how do I get along in the world…
In a single word “NEXT”. I think that NEXT sums up my outlook. No matter what has happened. What happens NEXT is where I focus. NEXT would be a great thing to have on one’s tomb stone. Assuming one had a tomb stone.
And then there are the three trite guiding rules:
- I can always have the last word – sometimes the last word has to be “Aye aye, Sir”.
- It’s a white man’s world and the sooner I accept that the happier I am. (It doesn’t always have to read white man’s world. It could be someone else’s world at the moment, but for most of my life “white man” worked fine.)
- Nobody is promised tomorrow.
And, that really is about all there is to my operational plan for a reasonable life.