Gone fishing...............

My dream has always been to own a bait shop at the beach. It would be a little place where the locals could come in, get bait, and sit in the corner near the wood stove and bs in the morning. I would always have a pot of coffee going for them. It would be a cheery place where everyone knew each other. Some days, there would be a sign on the door that said "gone fishing", and noone would mind.
This is all part of my plan for a simple life, and someday it will be reality. It may not be a 'bait'shop, but it will be something similiar.
I do not belong in a cubicle downtown, this I know. Today, I was so stressed trying to plow through my workload, I couldn't even think. This is not how I want to live my life. It is not pleasant and seems like a waste of my time.
We as humans, are getting so disconnected from each other it isn't even funny. People dont' seem to have desires beyond checking their phone for messages, or running to the next meeting, or working 12 hour days to get their work done. I just can't continue to do this forever. It makes me extremely pissy.
I want to reconnect with the people. I want to drink coffee in the morning with the people. But mostly, I want to hang that sign on the door that says "gone fishing" and have people just be happy for me that I got to do that.
jb

Camp Time..................

Camp is only a week and a half away, and I've done nothing to prepare.
We are supposed to bring one item this year that is sacred to us. We will share about it, then it will be on a table for the whole week of camp. I'm having a tough time.
My choices have been narrowed down to 3 things; 1.)my 15 yr. NA coin which represents my clean time,(which, if I had not gotten clean, I would not only be NOT going to camp, but I may not be alive to discuss it) 2. my original birth certificate with my biological mother's name on it, (which I did not get until I was 37) or 3)my teddy bear that I have had since I was 1 week old and has gone everywhere with me. But is he really sacred? I barely look at him. Yet he is always there. Sitting there with no fur, no eyes, just a big, grey blob. hmm. He probably deserves a week at camp after all he's been through with me.
What a long, strange trip it's been......................

jb

Who is in charge anyway?

The recent blog discussion has got me to thinking... who decides what is "cool" and when it stops being cool.
We have discussed the fanny pack; once very cool, now not so much.
Then there are things like converse shoes, once very cool, then not, now cool again.
Words such as "bitchin". Once an extremely cool word, now if you say it, you are looked at like an alien.
I just wonder who decides this crap? And why do we give up things we really like to wear or say, because we will be deemed as not cool or out of style?
That's why I salute people such as Tony-C. He cares not what's "cool", but sticks to his own tastes.
I for one, try to stay up with the times, but every once in awhile I want to curl my bangs real big, spray them with hairspray, and put on my bitchin' straight leg pants, and go somewhere Killer.
But of course, I do not. I have fallen slightly into the trap of society acceptance.
Which kind of bugs me, but it does save alot of grief from others as I have witnessed as of late................
jb