Monday, December 28, 2009
Maybe I’m just old and slow, easy to please, or merely thrilled with the little stuff, but there’s hardly anything I enjoy more than sitting up before the sun rises, drinking coffee with my brothers and my parents. A throwback to easier times possibly, we used to always spend two weeks each year at Nags Head in a large beach house, all of our families together. It kinda fizzled after Ellen died and my family grew so large, we’d built the pool in 2000, but Gary just asked me if I could try again soon with the family beach vacations. Lord knows, I’d love to do so.
Gary, Jimbo and I are about as bottom of the barrel as it comes, all of us driving old used cars, wearing whatever we can find for dirt cheap prices, but certainly owning real estate. The true measure maybe of our own self-worth, in that which makes us happy, to be our own bosses, not being slaves to the debt-owners, but rather subsisting happily.
My parents taught us this and we obviously all bought into it.
I have had most of my grown kids in and out all week, today so as well, not much to blog, as thankfully it’s been happy times.