A DREAM COME TRUE

A journey of a thousand miles starts with the first step, somebody, somewhere, at some time said.  I am writing about that first step on a journey that started in my mind, many years ago.

Tonight I sit in a 35 and a half foot RV trailer in a trailer park in Waterloo, Ontario.  The smell of campfire wafts through the chilled night air and reminds me of myriad times before in my life.  RV, by the way now stands for “Re-Creation Vehicle” as I start, not just a new chapter, but a new book on my life.

The speck of dust in my minds-eye started at some time when I was in my late teens and solidified by the US military to travel in order to defend freedom and the American way. The Army slogan at the time was, Join the Army & See the World.  How impressionable are teenagers to be sucked in by that crock?  Obviously, it made an impression on me.

Once I began traveling, anywhere outside of Akron, Ohio, it was impossible to bury that wanderlust. I love adventure, and travel will create adventure every turn.  Maybe I’m an adventure junkie of some kind, although I do not think I am alone in that longing, especially since I have canvased many people over the years who have told me that they always wanted to do what I am experiencing at this very moment.

Out of body experience as I thank the Universe for coming through for me once again.

If we want to believe that every Dream starts as a vision in the minds-eye, or that everything that surrounds us on a daily basis started as a thought in someone’s mind, then I am simply fulfilling what I envisioned over forty-five years ago!  Profound, right?

Many people say they will do such and such when they retire and then proceed to do nothing when retirement comes. I guess you could say, I am living the Dream. Awesome!

This is my new home and traveling mode of no fixed address.  When I say there have been many hurdles to overcome to arrive at this moment, that is an understatement. Most people become overwhelmed by the obstacles in their lives.  I have chosen to overcome the obstacles and enjoy the ride of life.

Oakville Townhouse Renovations

The townhouse in Oakville was my home for over ten years. It was purchased to have a place for Miranda to live while going to Sheridan College. After she finished, Molly and I moved in until it was sold Sep 16, 2013. Over the years there had been many changes and improvements, however, most of the actual renovations took place during the last year.

I upgraded all the faucets, vanity in the basement, kitchen counters, front deck, deck off the bedroom, hardwood floors throughout second and third floors, cork floor in the basement, removed storage unit in the back and built new fence, replace all the stairs with oak stairs, used scaffolding to paint the living room high walls. Estimated costs – $15-20,000 in material and lots, and lots of hard work

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On Passing of Friends

Lest We Forget

Dr. Raymond Babineau

Was it yesterday or the day before that we met?

There was so much ahead to see, no need to revisit, only new

Friendships came easily and we thought they would last forever,

Naïve or strong belief that it could be different than our parents

Days seemed endless, and nights only a fleeting moment

Each day was a vacation

“Some day” seemed so far away, like Ferlingetti footsteps in the sand,

Making a difference was the most important

Then life got in the way.

Rolling Stones’, Keith Richards said that life is what happens when you are making plans

For something else

One day speeds into the next, like running water from a faucet, continuous

Pictures remind us of our past, lost, but not forgotten

We resist even taking a picture so the reminder cannot be cast as a shadow in our way

Some are melancholy, some never think.  It’s easier that way.

That way there is the numbness that can keep us from thought.  It’s called routine.

Like doing door to door.  Bedroom to bathroom, bathroom to kitchen, kitchen to car,

Car to office, office to office, office to car, car to home, home to solace, solace to sleep,

Only to repeat like the emails that won’t go away

The reason to play is for the one shot,

Like golf, there is one that keeps us looking for the next.

Of course there are the kids.

Just the thought makes the eyes sweat because men don’t cry.

The vessel of Hope holds so much

A cornucopia and a cacophony,

Like constant alliteration that runs off the page onto the next

Then being positive, sometimes, just sucks

Wallow can feel so good, like the warm feeling of relief as a young child in the middle of the night

Fatigue makes cowards of us all

Cause without contrast, how can we know the bold colours

Brian Tracy says that life is a series of problems, occasionally interrupted by catastrophes

Looking forward, however, has the best rewards, like blue ribbons that can line the walls

New friends, new day, new-ness

The freshness of knowing the world is better off because we’re here

Reminding us that all is well, not missing

“In touch” can cost so little,

Even Hallmark has no corner on the market

A note, a photo can hold so much thought and memory

Like a run-on sentence that doesn’t stop for a breath for fear of interruption

The best memories are the ones with sweetness

Worth the revisit

Was just thinking of you, then

God Bless