Still phone camera images. The rest of the photos will have to wait. But yesterday, I finished up a big project at work, so I may be able to breath this weekend in between getting ready for my trip on Wednesday.
My personal project right now is trying to remember what it was like to be a poor kid, one who grew up with cheap food, black and white t.v., no a.c., a record player, and library books. Walking everywhere or riding a bike. Sweating. Thinking about romance.
No sex. No drugs. No drink.
Did I feel ennui? There certainly had to be hours of boredom. How did I counter that?
I'm not there yet. Still trying to figure it out.
There was one big advantage--nothing hurt. I could sit on the floor for hours playing games. Trying to kneel to play marbles now would take every bit of effort.
Playing marbles. There's a clue. Sharpening the old motor skills, I think.
And the lack of responsibility. Therein lies the rub.