You Know What THEY say, They Are Not Making Any More Of It!!!

 

I assume you’ve heard this before. No? And who the fuck is THEY? I thought it was the lord almighty that created it. What I’m babbling about is land. And JB as of late got a hankering for some. My most beautiful and ultra intelligent wife would ask, “why in the fuck do you need land and what are going to do with it?”

 

Short answer, Whatever I Want!!! Below is a short list of other thoughts on what to do with my acreage.

 

Pass said land onto my children.

Start a fire. A BIG FIRE!!!

Shinrun-Yoku. Look it up lazy bastards, and you are welcome!!!

Hike.

Camp.

Climb trees.

Build a tree house.

Chop down trees. (With an ax and chain saw)

Shoot guns.

Star gaze.

Howl at moon.

Bird watch.

Roam property sans clothing.

Pee freely.

Get away from crazy world.

Hide from upcoming civil war. (I wish this was a joke)

Build a shipping container house.

Hunt for my own food.

Not worry about a damn thing. Or give a fuck about shit.

Ride on my side by side.

Ride on my skid steer.

Ride on my snow mobile.

Dig with my mini excavator. (bury cell phone)

Do adult things with always questioning wife. (occasionally)

Share and make memories with family and friends. (watch them bury their cell phones)

Drink good drinks.

Eat good food.

Cookout.

Enjoy the creatures that share the land with me. Deer, squirrels, porcupines skunks, chipmunks, occasional bear and hopefully a Moose!!!

 

Ohhhhh and most importantly, be sooooo in the moment that I forget that I ever had a worry or care in the world.

 

What are your wants? Needs? What would make your world better? Just having these written thoughts and sharing may be all I'll ever need. Because these are the things that consume and spark my mind when I not worrying or catastrophizing about uncontrollable and seemingly trivial things.

 

With that said, I apologize to my present neighbors if they happen to see me peeing off our dock. In my mind I’m in a dream that I'm among god’s creatures relieving myself on my vast imaginary property.

Lastly, my nights will never be the same without you Sush, when you were younger you wanted to fight and play all night and as you slowly aged you found new ways to attach yourself to my underarm, back, stomach and crotch while I attempted to sleep. RIP sweet little girl we will always miss you.