Every Day in Every Way

There was a time when I said, half jokingly, "Every Day in Every Way I'm Getting Better and Better". Now I wonder.

I wonder - have I gotten as good as I am going to get?
I wonder - What's the point in getting better and better?
I wonder - What's better - better than what?
I wonder - if my life has reached that point where I am merely marking time until the inevitable.
I am certain that I am happy, fulfilled, healthy and ready to be of use to the world.
I am certain that I am ready for any challenge that is placed in my path.
I am equally certain that I will not find any problems in my path that can't be overcome. Or is that just the reverse of what I said before???
I am uncertain that I have any particular purpose at this time
I am uncertain that simply enjoying my life as it is, is what I am meant to do and
I am uncertain that I would want any "New Purpose" for my existence.
YET, each day I wonder if there isn't more that I could do or be or become to make myself or someone else more comfortable or better or wiser or whatever.

So life has become this enigma - fulfilling - and yet empty. Jopyful, happy, full of meaning yet sad, painful and meaningless.

Where does one go to find the answers? to religion?
To friends
To new goals
To work
To hobbies
To volunteering
To writing blogs that no one will read? Or rather a very few close persons will read and worry over.
Perhaps I must look deeply inside myself for the answers. But naval gazing has never been my forte. so is a Blog simply desktop naval gazing?

This leads to inevitable, important question...is it Naval OR Navel or does it make a difference to me as a former naval officer...see I have answered my question.
AH HA much like Ta Dah! an epiphany!As always, the answer is in the question. Seek and you shall find, Knock and it shall be opened unto you says the good book...at least some people think it is a good book, I wonder

Here I am back to wondering.

I wonder if there is anything that I can do to be of any value to my children that I have not already done when they were my "children" and not self sufficient adults pursuing their own path in the world.

I wonder, and wonder and wonder and hope and hope and wish and wish and worry and care and sit here and push keys because I can't be any other place at this time. Good thing I am happy. Soon enough I will have to be happy because I will be too old or infirm or unable to carry myself to other places or drive or even walk. As if happiness is not a good thing in itself, (which most would say it is). Be content with what you arre... or keep striving to be more. Which is the way.???

Auf Deutsch man sacht GENUG or in Israeli (not not written backwards) Toda raba laka) That is for all those who have endured to this point. Many thanks for reading my musings. I welcome your comments

Another year ending

Each morning seems colder. Each day drearier. It's too cold to be comfortable for a long bike ride and there's no snow to cross country ski upon. It's the in between time when I wait for what will come and wonder.

It's a month and a half since I last wrote. It was a very full time. I started teaching a Communications course in the for UPEI; travelled to Buffalo with my son to see the Bills get Stomped by the patriots (no capital letter because they're not really patriotic) and the Sabres romp over the Hurricanes; had a late birthday party with brothers, sister and their families; visited with family; reunited with four classmates from my high school daze and then did a quick trip to Halifax when I returned to the maritimes.

Lately I've been busy with getting in the lawn furniture, securing things for the winter weather, working on refinishing a couple of old pieces of furniture that we picked up recently. And generally, keeping busy but not doing anything that amounted to much. Such is the life of the retiree. Always the busy work, sometimes excitement and mostly just being and enjoying each day as it comes.

Sometimes when you let yourself think about it you wonder why. But mostly it's just a lot of fun watching the world roll by and reacting or not to the craziness that always seems to pop up around you.

Now I'll take the dog for a little run, check the mail at the box and then depending on what's there, go into town for lunch with Audrey and hit the bank on the way back or not if my check isn't in the mail. I guess that's an old story.

Anyway, here's another blog. Maybe now that the weather is making the indoors more appealing I'll write more. Or not?