Coasting through life can be pretty comfortable, even on a modest but steady retirement income, but it gets damn boring after awhile. Lately I’ve been getting antsy for change, non-Obama type if you’ll pardon the mention. I’m an impulsive type, always have been but I’ve learned to somewhat temper my tendency to leap into action at the first sign of that bat signal beamed at the clouds, and generally I think about things for awhile before going ahead and leaping.
My reason for the leaps has always been “it sounds like fun” and nothing has changed there. If the reason for doing it isn’t to seek fun, yes and some happiness along with it, of course, then I don’t do it. Misery has an uncanny knack of finding us no matter what, so taking any chance that looks to have even a 50% possibility of becoming a drag, is out for this guy.
Okay, that’s enough preamble, now to the meat. Waaay back in the Hippie days I had a factory making candles and incense. I made Strobe Candles, as a matter of fact, as I am the inventor of them. Most people alive today have never heard of them, but they were super-hot, big-time sellers back in 1968 through 1970, I made and sold hundreds of thousands of them all over the USA and Canada. The Beatles used to trip out on my Strobe Candles. The incense sold like hot cakes at a cowboy breakfast, too. It’s brand name was Glad Stone Incense.
I miss those old days and lately I notice that with the increasing legality of marijuana, incense and candles are getting popular again. So all the supplies are ordered and about half of them have arrived so far, to start manufacturing Glad Stone Incense and Strobe Candles once again. Yeehaw, psychedelic, groovy man.
And… I have a place up the street in escrow, that I’m buying really, really cheap, that’s been vacant for years since the owners died. It needs fixing up. Anyway, there’s this old gal who lives next door who isn’t bad to look at considering her age, plus I suspect she’s an old Hippie like me. So I stopped by today to ask her out and she was clearly thrilled at the offer. Yep, looks more and more like my kind of gal, these snob types who don’t give a shit ain’t for me. So who knows but what I may have a new girlfriend after remaining obstinately single for the past 15 years.
It’s about time I got up off my ass and did something like this, but… opportunities have to present themselves in a timely fashion, too, and we have to be ready for them when they do.