During my last dinner with Gina we talked about meeting up in Paris in 2020. You might think that Covid19 upset our plans, but it was much worse than that. Covid would have just been a delay, a year or a decade. A few months after I left Warsaw Gina was diagnosed with cancer. Seven…
Category: Random Thought
Suddenly I Feel Alive Again
I make no bones about it folks. I have been really out of sorts for the past 153 days, since I got stopped in Texas on my way to Mexico. The Airbnbs I have lived in during that time have been nice, and in different times I am sure I would have enjoyed myself immensely….
Adrift in Houston, With Little to Do
All my options and observations in this post are warped by the fact that the world is in the mist of the Covid19 pandemic. If and when this is all over, I will have to revisit my thoughts and see if they still hold true. When I booked my Airbnb in Texas, I was just…
A Year in a Life of a Nomad
One Year, 12 Months, 365 Days, 8,765.82 hours, 525,949.2 minutes, or 31,556,952 seconds: It is all relative. August 20, 2018, I boarded a flight bound for the mainland, leaving Hawaii behind, after it had been my home for thirteen years. Face it, I was on the run. I was running away from financial pressures. I…
The Tyranny of Numbers
Ever since I could remember, I have had a problem with numbers. I was great in math. Actually I loved numbers, the more the merrier. I mean,I have a real problem with numbers. The sort of problem that I am sure they must have therapy for. I just can’t get enough of them. (You have…
Rooms I have known and sometimes loved
Years ago I was at one of the community theaters in Baltimore waiting for the play to start. In the lobby was an exhibition of abstract paintings. The paintings represented all the hotel rooms the artist had lived in. One I liked so much that I got out my note pad and sketched it, with…
Adventures with Airbnb
I have a great niece. When she graduated from her masters program, the two of us flew to Paris for a celebratory vacation. I tell you, the best way to enjoy the museums of Paris is to go with a Forensic Archeologist. My niece planned what we did in Paris. My job was to get…
Finding a Fitting Label
Sometimes I get caught up in trying to label myself. I am not sure if I am trying to figure out where I belong in the order of things or if I am just trying to come up with a handy shorthand to explain myself to others. Before I retired, my labels were pretty straightforward….
No, I don’t answer my phone!
An interesting thing happened the other day. I got the voicemail message below. My first reaction was that it must be a scam call. I deleted it, then started to worry. It sort of bothered me because, there is always the chance that in the hubbub that my life has been for the last year,…
Reviewing My Bucket List
As a child my bucket list was easy: I just looked at the map and said, “I want to visit that pink country, the blue one over there, and those three green ones, here, here and here.” When I got older and learned to read, I added historical sites, bitterly disappointed that six of the…