Lessons

Lessons learned this week...

 

I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up.

 

Peacocks poo as much as geese. Each morning a couple beauties stroll by dropping artistic deuces every couple of feet. Try dodging that in high heeled boots. Even Maggie Rose is like, "Come on dude."

 

Interesting characters live in the most remote places. Recluse. I get it. Former actors, rock musicians, artists, a chick who had a show on Animal Planet or something or other.

 

Don't wear cute shoes you've not worn in over ten years to the airport. You never know when terminals may change, and you will walk a long, arduous, painful distance. Not everything is nice and tidy like Jackson Hole. 

 

Panic attacks lurk but you can drive from Phoenix to wherever, all alone, on a dark desert highway and you will survive. Even when the speed limit is bat-out-of-hell mph and crazy fools are still passing you at least ten mph over the speed limit. Is there such a thing as troopers in the desert?

 

I've not changed my mind. Heat is still a killer. 

 

Nope. 

 

Nope. 

 

Nope. 

 

Not for me. 

 

Well, maybe a beach, in a bikini, with a Mai Tai, but that's it.

 

Flight take-offs, is there anything better? Power and speed.

 

Texans are everywhere. I meet the cream of the crop.

 

I seldom have phone service at my current location and for the most part I'm okay. It's when I lose internet, I get a tiny bit antsy, but even that's okay. 

 

There are good men in our crazy world. I have a story.