There are many things to appreciate and enjoy, but there is nothing bought that I would ever treasure. In a way that is to be expected I guess, given the number of major moves I have had.

We always live with a host of new or at least different things, not unusual for a growing group of people many of whom work on contract I guess. The houses too are lived in for as long as is necessary, maybe leased for a while, then sold.

What I value most is the time shared with close relatives and friends and probably even more so when we were doing mundane things together. Then there are the memories of wild places, where there was no sign of another human, except for those close to me. The light of the phosphorescence behind the boat at night, the smells of bush and crisp powder snow underfoot, these are all treasured memories, but especially so where the people close to me were there to enjoy them too.

Maybe you have to live in one place for a long time to become attached to things, otherwise you move on.

Ooow Foxy, you really are FOXY!!

A few loose screws in an old rocking chair, eh!

Now that’s something could learn to love!

(dreaming…… dreaming………. )

Rock-a-bye Ludwig

In the ol’ rocking chair

Dreaming of Foxy

With all that red hair…

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(back to reality) Oh dear, suppose I’d better tighten them up before I sit in the damn thing (:>/