Opus 2012-333, Ode to Old: Paperbacks

I find myself buying paper back books instead of hard bound.  Unless they are books that my children are interested in owning, it is a waste of money.  I won’t live long enough to get the full value out of them.  This is not a note of depression or despair, just a logical observation.

I am asking myself if I really need to buy that new pair of shoes.  I have a pair of boots I have had for at least 20 years.  My other shoes last for years.  How many pair will I wear out before I take the long walk?

I am much more selective of new technologies.  My kids got me a smart phone.  I am spending some time with it but the plethora of aps don’t get me too excited.  Why find six new ways to do something when the original way worked just fine?  I am not in love with the new just because it is new.  I appreciate the productive.  I put a new radio in my car.  It has an auxiliary plug-in and a USB port.  I am finding that I can do great things with my I-pod and with flash drives.  I don’t think I will try to find out the Blue-Tooth connection even though my new phone is capable of it.  Why bother?  I don’t like to talk on the phone.  Why would I try for another interruption of life.  One benefit of driving as opposed to mass transit is the sense of privacy.

I am sure that other adaptations will take place as I slowly accept the reality of getting old.  I am actually in better health than I was ten years ago thanks to losing a lot of weight.  I hope to keep learning and adapting to life as it comes to me.

I am ready to go but not planning on it.

Here is to many more December 31's

Happy New Year.

homo unius libri