The Second Book of Don…

Autumn.

Up here on the mountain, it’s almost at its height. A yearly celebration that I love, although I do miss the variety of colors that one gets in other areas of the country. Nights are cooler, but not cold. Sometimes, in the wee hours, I’m wakened by the bugling of an elk, or by the scuffling of unknown feet in the gravel around the Stew Wagon. Mornings, I can still walk, but I need gloves and a jacket…and it’s dark.

That’s the part that gets me, right now. It seems like we only had a couple of weeks when the sky was light when I got to the mill. For the moment, though, there are still a few hours of light at the end of the day. I find that oddly appropot for this moment in my life.

In the past year, I’ve hit several major Life Events. I’ve taken a J.O.B., and become a bonafide Vagabond. My parents have both passed away. On the eighth of this month, I turned sixty. I was telling a friend that it’s less like I’m beginning a new chapter, and more like starting a whole new book – The Second Book of Don.

I’m both excited and nervous about the prospect. Last night, as I sat in the Stew Wagon, winding down before bed, I made an outline for the next eighteen months. It goes something like this. Pay off my little bit of debt, complete the conversion of the Stew Wagon, and do some regional travel. Also, I’m going to visit my daughter and her family in South Carolina.

Two years ago, I was praying to die. Now, I’m looking forward to the rest of my life, and there’s a lot to look forward to.

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~Enjoy the life you’re living.

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