When you can walk, you can dance; Now you can talk, you can to sing.
Here comes Johnny and he'll tell you the story
Hand me down my walkin' shoes
Here comes Johnny with the power and the glory
Backbeat the talkin' blues
He got the action, he got the motion
Yeah, the boy can play
Dedication, devotion
Turning all the night time into the day Dire Straits 1985
The way it felt, once upon a time, here we are with less time to think about what the next move will be. No worry, no hurry I normally take some time getting a list up and running, what might be right or wrong. What I do know is I am tired of coastal living, born inland find myself thinking long and hard.
Many curve balls thrown at us, we are a minority here, scarce security, safe smaller town perhaps away from the city, may be an option. An open offer has been made to move family across the sea, I don't see myself as a refugee, must think of sons who would not consider option without me. For young families this may be an answer, age of never ending turmoil around our space, we sure have become lopsided of late.
Mind games continue, swirling around a couple of years now, we have stunning beaches either polluted and dangerous to go walking on. Lovely parks to meander through, currently side stepping cow dung is no longer fun! Travel further afield not an option, leave the home empty for extended time, someone will treat as self-service, poverty or drug addict invasion of coastal towns.
Added another trip around the sun in January, still anticipate many more to come, never give up, never give in this crazy time will pass, decision will be made, for now be patient, mulling over pro's and con's, then you see me then you don't, 'bad penny always turns up' that is life, not so?
All photography my own using Canon Powershot SX730 HS. No AI all Human.
Thought for Today: "Do not walk behind us, we may not lead; do not walk in front of us, we may not follow; walk besides us, so that we may guide each other." - African Proverb
