Italian Roast Coffee and a Piece of Cheese

Yesterday I took the Big Dog on a hike along the Salmon River. We loved it. Then we drove the Old Caravan up to Mount Hood and hung out a bit. B.D. tried to charge a pair of chipmunks in the parking lot but I managed to hold him back. He listens. He is a really good dog.

The TV stopped working yesterday and I don't care.

I am beginning to relax. Melt almost. The time spent worrying about what is coming next is drawing down to the noise level.

Here is why:
I am in a truly beautiful part of the world.
I am doing some labor in exchange for room board and $100 cash a week.
I am occupying a really nice private studio apartment in the woods complete with wood stove and all the wood I need to keep warm.
I am bonding with 3 dogs and 2 people who seem to truly wish me well.
I have use of an 86 Dodge Caravan in which I once rode to Big Sur from San Francisco.
I am going to see a performance of Beethoven's 9th Symphony in Portland next Monday with full orchestra and chorus (an item high up on my life list).
I am not being judged. I am free to get out of my own way and sort out my life.
I no longer feel guilty and that I should be doing something else. This is where I am. This is where I want to be. This is what I should be doing.

Melting into change.

The First Post: I am all here. I am changing day by day. Age is never a barrier if you're mobile and functional. I am. All for now.