Click images for desktop size: "Landscape" by D Image A lot of my old friends have been having stories about themselves on TV. I had a sudden glimmer that I used to run in a fast crowd.
It didn't seem like it then. They were just my friends, pals and people to hang with.
When I was 17 a surfer buddies house burned down. He used the insurance money to buy a three masted boat that could travel the world. He invited 4 of us to come with him and search the south seas for perfect breaks.
I didn't go. I took a ten week motorcycle trip through Africa instead. They were gone six months. When they came back they had plenty of decent stories about 8 foot peelers that broke for a solid mile and 9 foot tubes that pitched out into warm waters and had nobody out.
The surf tomes were cool but what I remember is the bond that the four guys shared, a closeness of adventure and life that I couldn't be part of. They were still my friends but there was a language between them I and no one else could ever share.
Aside from old girl friends being on the news that's not all that got me caught up in this nostalgia thing.
Another friend from the day has just now invited me to go with him for a year to hit the Southern Pacific and hit the Polynesian Isles for year while we look for our own set of perfect waves.
I guess he remembers what I was and doesn't realize what I am.
He says he's got ideas on how my puppy would be comfortable on a year long cruise, but he hasn't figured out that I can't be away from a doctor for more than a month at a time.
Sometimes it kind of sucks being reminded that I've gone from more than human to less than that.
I'll get over it. I don't have the temperament to do anything else.
I just always thought that it was in forgetting and accepting that we become different and not necessarily better.
I guess I'll be seeing how far that goes.
I've been ignoring baseball this year. It bothers me a lot that I'm not playing. I block it out of my head mostly. I don't think that's a good thing to do.

I bought an electric bike today. Did an eBay thing. I pretty chuffed about it, really. Swift, silent and pollution free.
Now I can easily go to the store when I run out of milk instead of making a major expedition out of it. The store is about 2 miles away, up on a sort of plateau. Soon I won't care and I'll be free of the buses.