ABSILVER's World

What happens as we age, it draws us to look for change, or mid-life crisis maybe?  Women go through a natural change of life as they age.   Men, depending on who you pay attention to, don't go through a natural change but we all have heard mid-life crises leading to things in life like new sports cars and changes of life and home.  So, I sit here outside of a Starbucks in Savannah spending the weekend with family and wondering what my life has in store as I start the next adventure.  I am very lucky that I have put myself in a place at this moment where I can explore choices and options without the pressures of life.  Except for the hopeful puppy who is in my future, I don't have great burdens that cause me to need to move quickly in any direction. I have moved past needing to have the finest car, designer jeans, or any of the trappings of the life and times we are in.  Frankly, these things never made it in my life as a priority any way. ...

OK.. already.  Yes, I know I need to write something in my blog.  I am up to $4.66 in ad revenue and if I think about this too much I will realize I am way behind on even making minimum wage writing this blog.  Not that I do it for the money, and I am trying oh so hard not to change what I write based on money.  But, gee look at all the media tycoons and wonder if they started this way. Speaking of tycoons, and to prove I do have a capitalistic notion, I was thinking about Oprah Winfrey.  I remember that she did a few of her favorite thing shows and man I wondered if I did the same could I get a few more hits that way.   I mean she can buy a lot more stuff than me, and frankly she doesn't pay for it.  In my case, I did and I like them and I won’t promote something that I didn't like.  Like the automated soap dispenser from Bed Bath and Beyond or that funky gadget that tipped of the side of my thumb. So.. here it goes.. here are a few...

801 ... 648 .. 79… Not These numbers will mean something... by the end of this blog.   At least they do to me which is a point of this randomness or lack there of this morning. I sit here on the wall at the beach which ends up being 648 days after I made the decision to walk at the beach in Fort Lauderdale as many mornings as I could.  I remember the beginning, as I went to Stork's and got my favorite scone and coffee and drove to the beach.   I remember parking the car and thinking how far could I walk before I ate the scone.  That morning I realized these were contrary goals.  Walking for exercise with a scone and latte at hand didn't make any sense.  So, I dropped the scone but the lattes continued.  In great Brian fashion I started to build it into a routine.   Stop at storks ... Latte in hand.. Park at Sebastian lot and see how far I could walk and how cool the coffee would get.     Then I started to think my arms weren't getti...