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Edited on Fri May-27-05 12:50 PM by ThomWV
I just had one, no kidding. I just had a picture-book, never-gonna-happen-again moment.
Background:
I'm 58, recently retired, we live way out in in the country. For the first time in our lives my wife and I are financially secure (paid off all debt at retirement and still have a comfortable nest egg) with a modest but sustaining pension. My health, which has always been good, has done nothing but improve since I left Government employ in January. My waist size is down 2 inches and I am tanned.
Our home is a dump, poorly built sometime in the 30's and no going through major repair. My wife and I are doing the work and trying to keep the cost down as far as reasonable. Hence the tan.
This morning was spent setting stone on the wall of a storage building we are in the process of restoring. By noon it had warmed up considerably so I quit. It was what we call a 3-bag day, 1 "bag" referring to an 80-pound sack of mortor mix. Good enough.
I cleaned up and decided to take a little walk up the hill to a small pond that is on our property. The pond is a leftover from an old strip mine operation but it had good water. I stocked it myself about 10 years ago and now it is just full of fish. Local kids fish there, I keep it mowed. Its back in the woods, in the hills.
So I was up there near the pond and 2 of our dogs were with me. Penelope, the oldest and only female of our pack, and the young dog who hasn't got a name represent the two ends of the Labrador spectrum. She is a soft hair pointy-nose, which means she is over weight. He is a coarse hair block-head. He'll be thin and muscular. He is a water dog.
As I entered the clearing by the pond on this clear and sunny afternoon a fresh warm breeze blew up. The trees were cloaked in the brilliant green that you only get to see in week-old leaves and at that very moment I knew I was living the single best instant of my life. You can not believe how much I have to be thankful for.
Thom West Virginia
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