Looking out over water must be nice. I’d like a desk to write with a view out over water when I am old. I shall sit at it and write till my hearts content and maybe even spend entire days doing nothing else. In 30 years I shall be the age of my dad. I hope I don’t have a sore back like I do now. M and B will be in their mid-30s so I won’t need to be worrying about them so much, though, I’m more trapped in my own world and mum does all the worrying for them anyway. I see no reason why that would change in our 70s.
I do not wish our lives away though, far from it. I live in the moment, sometimes intensely. Jiu-jitsu is excellent for this, but so was yesterday, taking it easy, chilling in the garden. But back to the view with water. This could be a holiday cottage most likely where we could take a week and walk and write. No roller-coasters. The sound of that is appealing already. Do I change my Damnation weekend to one of mountain climbs and writing? It’s so weather dependent isn’t it? But to look over a loch now, still and calm with rain drops bouncing off the surface does sound idyllic, and a definite aim, despite my sore back.