10 lbs of flour in a 5 lb bag.

I said don't tell me what I need. I ate dinner and swam afterwards. It was immediately afterwards too. I jumped right in. Normally I might wade in slowly. Normally I might wait 30 minutes like mom used to say was important. Cramps be dammed. I'm over the possibility of pain.

I've felt enough already. Scar tissue folds over and adheres to skin, organs and itself. How often is it repeated like a mantra, mind over matter, where there's a will there's a way, anything is possible with a good attitude.

I quit my job suddenly in June. There were lots of whys and whatareyougoingtodonows ? Without real clarity myself, the answers returned left the questioners dissatisfied, uneasy. Rumors flew around the workplace, ranging from ridiculous(growing pot) to semi plausible(commercial fishing). The point of course was lost on everyone. I wasn't going to start working another job. I had ideas but no plans. It wasn't about money, but rather the opposite. I didn't plan to be making a dime for several months. I jokingly said I was retiring, but why the hell not?

I am unemployed. I am without health insurance. I cashed in my meager retirement. I paid some bills off and then I am off and running. The west. Mountains. California. Alaska. Hot springs. Twisty motorcycle rides. Big dog in a little car.

My life of fitting 10 lbs of flour in a 5 lb bag.