This is a blog about a hermit who loves to travel, but, alas seldom does of late.
For many reasons — Covid-19, of course, but also, a feeling of maybe trying to work it out in post-Trump America (turns out to be a hopeless case, alas), and also a sense of loyalty to a young GSD bitch who has done nothing but love me.
I took her for a walk at a secluded place I call Sugar Beach this morning, early. It was empty for quite a while, and when people (aka “the covidians”) finally showed up, I immediately left.
Geeva had a lovely time.
She has liked coming here since she was a puppy, and it pleases me to make her happy. It is also good for my back pain rehab: after all, I was in the ER room but nine days ago.
Things are now quite different.
A sense of epicurean calm and purpose has descended on me.
I shall do the epicurean things that old men like myself are wise to do — detach from politics, think about death as nothing more than the cessation of being, attempt not to bargain with absent deities for some mythical afterlife, work on regaining and staying healthy and fit, pursue a hobby (my programming project), read widely (from my eclectic library), enjoy memories of the past, but savor the present, every deliberately slowed-down moment of it, and plan for future travels this Fall (I am dreaming of Istanbul and Alghero), after various things have settled down.
Here are some pics I took of Geeva at Sugar Beach this morning.
After we returned home, she plopped down next to me on the hermit’s bed I sleep on, and we listened to Mike Pinder’s Thinking is the Best Way to Travel.
Indeed, for now, that will have to do,