Creature Comforts

Forty one is a nice age. I've just gotten used to being myself. Having lived my life concerned with others, I've been afforded a little time to gain some (a little) self wisdom. What I've learned is that I'm more spiritual than religious, more philosophical than dogmatic, and happier when I'm at home with Mary and Dylan than at any other time. I enjoy being a husband and a dad, perhaps taking the two a little too seriously at times. I enjoy reading. Non fiction mostly. History, philosophy, religion, spirituality, esoteric subjects all are quite enjoyable to me. I don't like meanness. In myself or others, and believe that human dignity is something that at best can be grasped at times, but is very difficult to hang onto. In the winters, I enjoy wearing sweaters, ones with snowflakes on them. Or turtlenecks. Corduroys are definitely my favorite trousers to wear and I like my brown oxfords I've worn for at least the past eight years which have been with me through thick and thin. I don't smoke too much, but enjoy the occassional one out on the porch, gazing at the moon and the stars, the same ones everyone sees when they look into the night skies. I like a fair wind blowing. Not a mighty rush of wind, unless I'm on a cliff, but a nice breeze bordering on the brisk. Thick cotton socks are important too. They keep the chill off my toes and are comfortable to walk in. A seat with padding is good. Easy on the hindquarters. These are just a few of the things I've added to my repertoire that I enjoy and appreciate. Little things that make life a little less colder and me a little more friendly.