|I've Reached a Stage Where I Don't Need Anything More|
I need food, and clothes, and shelter, and these things have to be replaced or repaired as they wear out, but I no longer need anything else. In fact, I don't need a lot of what I already have. in the basement - which, by the way, is an entire room I don't need - we still have a VCR rewinder. Yes, a special machine made just to rewind VHS tapes which no longer exist.
Oh, wait a minute. We still have some VHS tapes, too.
For the first time in my life, I don't even need more books. I have stacks and stacks of them that I want to read that I haven't gotten around to reading yet. Why would I want more?
Nancy says I really need to get an I-Phone, that if I had it, for example, I could get on the internet anytime I wanted. Perhaps my position is an extreme one, but I feel the eight hours a day I already spend on the internet are sufficient. My buddy Chris Bundy was demonstrating a great new app for his I-Phone the other night. Instead of typing a text message to his wife Jennie, he could speak into the phone. Amazing. A phone you can speak into; what will they think of next?
I think I'm about as happy as I'll ever be, which is pretty darn happy, although admittedly I have my share of frustrations and anxieties. I do not see one other object on the horizon capable of increasing my happiness or reducing my anxieties.
I'm reading over this blog, and it sounds like raw bragging, but I think it's just the truth. I'm at the opposite end of Oliver Twist; I've finished my bowl of high-end, high-priced, high-tech gruel, and I'm saying, "Please, sir. No more."