Some things make me happy — in the seventh decade of life.There’s Sidney, a Westie puppy, who’s come on watch since one of our old girls died at fifteen. Semantha she was. I was so depressed even this little poop spreader and piddle fountain doesn’t stress me. Vitality simply bounces off the walls at our place. Even Nancy, our elder female, has emerged from her funk and depression after losing her old friend— never thought she’d bark and trot again. Nothing like a puppy nip to get some juices going again. I enjoy a cold can of Vernor’s ginger soda more than I used to; well, it hasn’t replaced bourbon, but helps me cut down a little on the cocktails. It’s also good with bourbon. Something about metabolism makes me unable to drink like a sailor anymore. On my suburban patio atop a hill, I listen to the sound of rotating rubber on the crosstown parkway — telling myself it sounds like the New England surf I haven’t heard in too long.
Life is too short not to continue appreciating old re-runs on TV or one of the small films that show up at a favorite, old fart theater, one that’s pandemonium free. Yet I still enjoy Star Wars battles, too.
Adventure for me is hanging on to Windows XP for a while yet. I beefed up my anti-virus surveillance and so far have had no major attack from the hackers and other demented folks. Rather, I am hassled by expert geeks from India wanting me to buy more ongoing checkups. For the most part I’ve only had problems when I don’t do a regular disk cleanup and defrag.
Books, often thick ones, entertain and enlighten me as they always have. They are jargon free and I don’t have to fret about all that I don’t know about SEO. Ongoing gratification for the gift and privilege of living trumps most everything else these days. especially this great enigma of life itself. David Milliken