Suffering a bit of sickness this morning so did not think it wise to hike up to York Gulch. Stayed at Bill and Mary's and slept most of the day.
Read some. Ate one light meal and drank quite a bit of Gatorade.
Going to do some writing, reading and maybe watch "The Last Station" a film that revolves around Leo Tolstoy's last days and his death at a railroad station 250 miles south of Moscow. The film highlights the conflict between Tolstoy and his wife Sophia. Apparently, it was a constant battle between the two over his copyright to the totality of his work which at the time was reportedly worth one million rubles. Sophia wanted to inherit her husband's estates and more importantly his copyright. Instead, Tolstoy penned a new will giving his copyright over to his Tolstoyan organization headed by his obsessed disciple Chertov who despised Sophia. Believe me, the feeling was mutual.
Anyway, Lord willing, I will be driving Mary to her doctor in Golden tomorrow. I love Golden. It's a beautiful town situated along the banks of Clear Creek at the foot of the Rockies. It's the seat of government for Jefferson County and was Colorado's first capital.
There are many good memories for me of Golden which makes me sad and longing for the "good ole days" if there ever were any such days in fact.
Mardell, the kids and I used to drive on over to Golden which was only a short distance from where we lived in Lakewood to hike and to watch the kayakers navigate the boulders in Clear Creek. We would take supper or lunch at any one of the many fine eateries downtown. Dining out was always a treat for us as Mardell was very frugal and balked most times about the expense.. The kids and I however were the profligates.
Clara, my former step daughter, who I cherish to this day as if she were my own, loves Golden too and wants to someday relocate there. I told her that I share her hope and would like to someday live there as well or in Boulder, or back in Lakewood where the Griders and I used to live. But, I'm afraid there are simply too many memories, good and bad in Lakewood for me.
Plus, I have no idea of when or even IF I will someday settle down for good. I suspect however, there will be a time when the vagaries of life will necessarily force me to do so out of infirmity, weakness, or ill health if nothing else.
How long I will be able to walk from town to town state to state considering my current state of health is yet to be determined.
Will I even be able to go back to a "normal" or "civilized" manner of life again? And, with the way the fabric of society appears to be rapidly unravelling will there be a "civilization" to go back to?
BR Schoenbein
December 8, 2015-Tuesday
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