Good morning, Frank

I feel like a bit of a nomad. I’ve had several zip codes since moving to Colorado. The first was Gunnison’s code (whatever that was), then three or four different codes before settling in beside D.U. I’m a New Yorker, born and bred, with a number of years living in L.A. How I’ve managed to settle down in 80210 is a mystery, but I’m happy I did. I’ve enjoyed – and continue to enjoy – my life in Colorado.

I could tie all this nomadic business to my PN. After a lifetime of living here, there, and seemingly everywhere, my PN has me quite content with staying put. (Put?) My partner and I have been discussing taking a three- or four-day Indian summer trip into the High Country. She’s all gung-ho for the idea. I find myself hemming and hawing. Why, after a nomadic lifestyle? I blame it on my PN.

And therein lies one of my greatest challenges: To quit hemming and hawing because of my disability (which is surmountable, compared to what others have to contend with) and stay focused on all the things I can do; in other words, Do all those things you love doing, and do them now while you still can!

Now that I’ve said this, I’m going to phone my partner and tell her to pack for a High Country road trip.

Have a great weekend!
Ray