“You need to shake things up,” she said. (What, does she know about the Uranus transit?) Hell, yes. Still, it’s nice to be told. The shackles are off, but I’ve not strayed far from the gate. I wonder what I’ll do? Spend the house money on a truck? Oh, no!
But it’s beautiful at our old rented adobe now. The house next door is vacant so it’s nice and peaceful here, kind of like it’s ours. We have lots of bunny rabbits and pretty birds and fine tall trees and water running in the acequia. That could blow up any minute, but what the hey. I also have a perfect place to work, if that is what we call it. The Mountain™ is right outside my window. Disengaged from my ambitions, this is awfully nice. Have you ever heard of surrendering to your own life? That seems to be a thing I ought to try, especially if I get my Fender Reverb fixed.