A Last Hurrah?

I bought one more Lego kit. The bookshop.

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See the kid standing on the steps? I figure he must be staying with Grandma and Grandpa. Grandma is cold so the kid is required to wear a scarf and stocking cap. But it is likely Grandpa who bought the toy airplane that is now stuck in the tree. Not to worry. There is a ladder stashed in the basement of the townhouse just waiting for someone to climb up it to retrieve the plane. I bet Grandma won’t let the kid be the one to climb up there, though.

And the book that one guy is holding? Titled “Moby Brick.” I love the little bits of humor found in these kits.

Dave found an article the other day about Lego having realized there is an entire new audience for their kits made up of adults. It said adults find building Lego kits to be a type of mindful meditation. I know I can get lost in a kit for hours. It took me a whole week to build this one which is a good thing because they are expensive. I resell most of my kits on Craigslist to recover some of the purchase price. That still doesn’t make this a cheap hobby, though.

But, I’m probably done again. Until they release another kit in this series, at least. 🙂

TTYL,

Linda

Done?

I have been writing this blog since 2008. It started as a way to record our travels when we moved into a motor home to travel full time. We’ve been off the road for several years now and I’m having trouble finding things to write about. I’ve been trying to post at least once a month so people know I am still alive but that effort is not particularly rewarding. So, if you don’t hear from me in the future, it doesn’t mean I died; it just means life has become much less exciting to write about. And I am content with that.

Linda

Looking back

According to the Bible, God told Lot’s wife not to look back or he would turn her into a pillar of salt. Yet, look back she did.

And so do we.

We ask ourselves such questions as:

Who is that person that has taken up residence so deeply in my mind?

What would have happened if I had made a different decision?

When might I have been able to choose differently?

Where did I learn to make these choices?

Why has my life taken this turn?

How could I have made different choices?

How many of us are so busy looking back that we cannot move forward?

TTYL,

Linda