I love thunderstorms. There is a big one stirring up just west of us right here in "Cornfield County". What is it about me that likes violent weather? Maybe because it can't be harnessed, it can't be stopped, it can't be controlled, nor can it be manipulated. (While none of that is true thanks to geoengineering, I still like to imagine it is true!)
While the wind is whipping the leaves inside out on the trees around our yard, I am contemplating. What would it be like to take a year off from the secure life in a safe world with solid work with the "root system" of surrounding family keeping me grounded?
Do I have a wild side that might enjoy the unknown adventure of letting go of the harness, becoming unstoppable, uncontrolled, and unscheduled? I don't know. That's why I am contemplating.
The Pirate Husband has completed his Great Loop journey a week and a half ago. He has cut the grass twice, fixed the motor on the central air, chatted with a few neighbors, and is bored to distraction. Thankfully he has a problem to tackle in finding the right antenna set up for his ham radio.
We are discussing where he might journey next on his boat, Sixteen Tons. Perhaps the Bahamas? Maybe through the Panama Canal? Those dreams could just very well become grand life adventures. One thing is for certain, he ain't gonna sit around the middle of "Cornfield County" perfecting his landscaping skills. He needs to live.
So, I am contemplating.
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