In other words, the "you" died before getting 1/1000th of the way due to over-heating, starvation, thirst, hurricanes, floods, or tornadoes?

Ok, let's make a slight adjustment on this Texas theme:

One of my exes comes from Texas. Does that count?

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Well, I got a job, of sorts. It's a contract, fixing up some code. Yep.

It's an interesting challenge, but it pays well.

Guy's gotta eat. Git r dun Dave

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can i mention something that is going to happen this summer but this is the spring thread without you know who and such and such getting tied up in a wad of you know what..

Yes, Ray. You talkin' 'bout me?

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Loungeville seems a little dead because it needs more variety of topics imo. Cant just be about movies and books.

I've been packing up a house and starting to wonder about life. We pack up our things and put pictures into boxes. We save memories. What is it all for. These memories died years ago. We put them in boxes and label them. Who will ever look at them again? So sad. Moving is a giant waste of money and time. What's the point. I liked all the stuff I had in closets. I knew where everything was!

and no, I'm not a Cavs fan.

I find nothing more liberating than staging massive cleanouts, where I throw everything out. Of course, I'm at the age where I don't want "stuff", so ymmv.

Katy,

I've been planning on moving for years now, but I can't seem to muster the ambition. I've cleaned out tons of stuff, trying to get down to the barest of essentials. Still, I have thousands of books that I can't seem to get rid of yet. But these shall go too. I want to take as little as possible with me when I do move.

But I hold on to the memories without anything, or much of anything, to help with the recall. My wife told me to take more pictures because some day I would want them. I never took enough. And now I'm happy to have one or two.

My memories remain strong: I can still hear her voice, see the look on her face when she told me to get on with my life when she was gone, remember how she felt next to me, her warmth, her courage, her gentle ways with her children and complete strangers, her graciousness and generosity. I don't need pictures for any of this.

Some day when these memories have faded, the pictures will only be pictures of a stranger I no longer remember. What good will they be then?

Today, twelve years exactly after her death, I think of what she has missed, especially our daughter's wedding and the births of my two grandchildren, but I think, too, she never got to see what truly fine people her children have become, how they have let me continue to be part of their lives. I was blessed with Mary's love and continue to be blessed with the love of my two children and grandchildren. It has been so much more than I ever could have imagined some thirty years ago when I suddenly became a step--father.

Most of all, for now anyway, I don't need things to keep memories alive. You don't either, my friend.

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Only a person with experience would notice the rip-tides under a calm ocean.

And... John Cole write better from a phone than I write on a computer.

Katy;

I've always been sort of a travelling / vagabond type person. I'm really trying to root down but I've failed miserably at every attempt. I don't own anything, especially pictures. I have a bunch on my Google Drive but I never looked at them. Ironically, the pictures I'd really want were lost when my last phone came up missing.

I'm going to be visiting a friend and leaving Austin in June (hooray!). I'm planning on tossing out all of my clothes and selling off the bike. I haven't talked to my good friend Mr Trashcan in a while, but he's going to be well-fed in the next few weeks. I don't really have much to throw away, but still planning on getting rid of half my stuff.

i have two 4500 sq ft. houses stuffed to the gills with crap and 4 barns/shops full to the brims and wouldnt know where to start thinning out.
sold my old t- bird recently and made some space but something else moved into it. no net gain for me.
a couple pickup loads are going to the thrift store soon anyway.

it may not be about the memories but about being unable to let things go.

so about this summer...

there is going to be one of the greatest eclipses happening in august. 8/21/ 17.


it goes thru oregon central idaho, wyoming,arkansas, tennnesee, southern illonois and out south carolina on a small path about 80 miles wide. some spots you get 2 hours of it.

it is crazy right now. motels are charging from 400 up to thousands just for a room in those towns along the way. and also cancelling other reservations so they can charge more.
zeno will be close and within not too far a drive. as perhaps many others here.

i am sure some will be proclaiming the end of the world. i suppose though it may be a good time for that.

Ah, yes. I do want to see the eclipse. I feel like it'd be worth the effort to drive to a dusty middle-of-nowhere spot. I feel like seeing it with 10,000 other humans would take away from the experience.

Camping on my lawn/backyard/patio/forest area and using my outdoor facilities is open for bidding. Space is limited. Bidding starts at $200 a night. I also have a bunkhouse that sleeps two (or four if you pile on) that starts at $500 a night. Bidding will close July, 31. Sealed bids only. Winners will be announced August 1 to allow time for planning and travelling. Payment must be in Cash (Dollars) or Gold.

I'll start the bid at $1,500.


(Jamaican Dollars, that is)

Is there a reduction in rates if one offers to serve the port and cigars?

he is too mercenary to give you a break. but i will take good care of you.

lots of places you can see a partial eclipse but not the full one. it will be a thin strip across the country starting in oregon close to depot bay and lincoln city about a little after 10 a.m.

i believe hotel rooms are around 1000 a night at present. they may really get taken as that time of the morning there right on the coast, it can be foggy. the best place with the best chance of no clouds anywhere is in madras oregon. and that is totally booked up.

Katy,
From recent experience, it's freeing to get out from under too much stuff. Only being able to fill up my car defined what is important quickly. So far, the one thing I've missed is a pot lid I didn't mean to leave behind in the first place.
Hardest adjustment so far is not being 5 minutes from everything.

JC,
that was beautiful.

Just get me a gun. There's about ten people I want to kill.

Polish these lyrics up a little, and you've got a country song! Call it "Memories in a Box."

Sorry for your loss, John, but that was beautifully said. And you're a lucky man to have had Mary then and your family now.