Exploring the Seeds of a Tenacious Plant, Nomadic Wandering, Finding Paradise in Galt’s Gulch
“We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us. Even while the earth sleeps, we travel. We are the seeds of the tenacious plant, and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that we are given to the wind and are scattered.” — Kahlil Gibran
Well, well, well, good morning. The sun is up; we have about 5 inches of snow; I know this because I was up at 4:30 a.m. taking out Parker Van Halen, who was not on her best behavior this early morning. My Queen took her out about 3:30 a.m., and I took the 6:07 shift. She is a hell of a whiner and then barker until she gets what she wants. We have learned that everything is a puppy toy, and as of this moment, a Gatorade bottle is her primary concern.
I love her, I do. I’ve not had a dog for many years, a dog of my own. She sits at my feet, cocks her head when I talk to her; I think she understands me, weird, I know. It’s another example of teamwork by my Queen and me; we take turns working with her, taking her out at all times of the night; it reminds me of when I started in the business, it’s tough, and then things begin to get more comfortable. We are investing in our little girl, an investment that will pay off in spades.
Facebook is not at all happy with my departure. For the record, I still post my soup daily but don’t check it anymore. I’m over it, but every day I will get an email telling me someone mentioned me or posted something of interest. I’m focusing on the real world these days, reading more, strumming my guitar, taking care of PVHT investing time in those around me.
Our mountain house remodels going swimmingly. The bunk beds are looking fabulous. We ended up with five bunks, three full, two twins, reading lights, USB ports, and AC plugs for devices. I sent May’s father photos and asked that she pick her bunk; she has first dibs. We are putting a canvas cover in front to access the bunks. We will have our family put their hands in paint and put handprints on the canvas. Our family will be represented on a piece of art until the next owner of our chalet decides to remove it and remodel. Nothing lasts forever.
I’ve got a walking meeting today. I’m meeting a few folks in person, and we will walk around Sloan’s Lake, stopping for lunch, working like it’s 2019. Did you hear there is a vaccine for this deadly disease? Now those scared and concerned can take a pill and go about their life; many of us will pass on taking the drug, allowing those in peril to take it first. I’m not sure I’ll ever take it; I like my chances with COVID. I’m sure there are a few that wish the virus would take me out. Pray to your God, my dear, I’m not going out without a fight.
It’s beautiful here, the temperature is 30, but with the sun it feels 50. I smile, even at 4:00 a.m., when outside with the pup, how nice it is. I genuinely believe we have found paradise. We live in Galt’s Gulch, a perfect place to spend our later years. I’m not sure about our next property; we will spend the next few years seeking our next home. Nomads need to roam. For now, we will live in Indianapolis and Conifer, CO.
I finished a book yesterday, a fun read. A new friend recommends I read The Road to Serfdom by Fredrich August von Hayek. I pulled it up on Blinkist and will read the summary. He suggested I go to the library instead of buying it; I like that idea; I might head to the library today to pick it up. I think moving forward; I’ll have two books going, one for fun and one for personal growth. My parents both have a couple of books; if not more going simultaneously, I guess I’ll join the club.
I’ve shared before; my mother was a librarian; I was given my first book when I 3 days old. Our family is a family of readers; I weave in and out of readerdom, I’m back in as writing these words. Thank you, mother, for the guidance. Reading is a peaceful thing to do; it opens one’s mind to escape reality, if only for a moment.
My Queen is up; her first task was doing a load of laundry. Now she was picking up from our movie night last night. I have my daily routine; she has hers; I’ll be folding said laundry before noon. We are a team; we do everything together. Her new role in my life is to get me caught up on the world’s happenings; I didn’t know FL got hit by a hurricane. She is becoming my link to the outside world.
My ring camera just alerted me I have movement to my “Side” I’ve got three cameras set up to catch the wildlife, nothing showed up, but the photo associated with this soup is a screenshot of the alert. Not a bad view if I do say so myself.
Our team is humming along. I worked with a couple yesterday; everyone is engaged, working, trying to do their best for our clients and vendors. I was asked yesterday if I consider myself an insurance broker or agent. I had to think, but I believe myself an agent—an agent for my clients and a vendor for my carriers. I shared the story of how I became an insurance ninja; I’ve shared that story before, no need to relive the past.
Well, that’s it for me, time to tap out of my soup making role and move on to email clean up and then roll into my day. I hope these words find you in a good place, a place of happiness and joy, and a positive outlook for our future. I’ve got calls to make, people to see, and things to do. These are my thoughts; my mind is clean to go about my day. Thank you for your time; I’ll see you tomorrow.
“We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us. Even while the earth sleeps, we travel. We are the seeds of the tenacious plant, and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that we are given to the wind and are scattered.”