Not me. I enjoy communications work. Every day a new challenge. I need challenges to feel alive. And to not think of Jim every moment of every day. Transitioning from Dallas to Lubbock should be quite a challenge, don’t you think?
It’s not that I’m not conscious of world events. I am, and concerned about the stability of peace, what little there is. My generation, and my sons’ generation— relatively untouched by war, except of course for the horrific events of 9/11. And thankfully, neither went to war in the Middle East. And I am eternally grateful our nephew Ryan returned home safely from his stint as an Army Ranger.
But I have a faith that God will take care of me... of us... and that gives me peace. If the world goes more crazy and we are in danger, then I’ll deal with that when it comes. But as my dad used to say, worrying gets you nowhere and demonstrates a lack of faith. If there is one thing I need now, as I change my life so drastically, it’s faith.
Did I tell you I was amazed at how fast the house sold? Oh, I did, didn’t I. My realtor set it at a reasonable price, or so she said. Reasonable? In this economy? How does anyone have that kind of money? But, it’s sold to a young couple with two young daughters. I know they’ll love the house and the neighbors, even the one who is stockpiling food!
For those who weren’t fortunate enough to attend Tech in the 70s and live in Drane Hall— I have no idea if these unique parties went on in other dorms—I’ll elaborate. Both can only be done at night. In the dark. (Not nearly as sinister as it sounds.)
Looking back, I am astonished we didn’t burn the dorm to the ground. Ah, youth. Too many of those dateless boring nights, if you ask me.