Lucky
I am a lucky person. Why? Specifically, I cannot say. Probably the confluence of several seemingly unrelated and some related events.
My parents came of age during The Great Depression. They taught me perseverance.
I was lucky enough to have retired before my job was outsourced.
I have seen and been to most of the glamorous places on the earth courtesy of the U.S. Navy.
I am satisfied with ‘simple’ things. I let the grass grow to 7–8 inches just so I can feel the lush grass, covered with dew, on my bare feet late at night. When peaches are in season, I eat an unbelievable amount of fresh, just-picked peaches. Same with fresh cantaloupe.
I have good health insurance via Medicare and my retired Navy health insurance, Tricare For Life.
And, I am lucky to have Kathy as a good friend who allows me to post on Liberty Street.
2 comments:
Chief, what a lovely post. Thank you. And of course you know I feel the same way.
Yes, I'm with you. I think simplicity is the way to peace and joy.
--Lisa
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