Close to the edge

A betwixt and between week.

Not yet retired, but not really working either.

Eating goodbye lunches with people but not going just yet.

Retiring over the Christmas holidays makes for this type of weirdness.

People you work with are going to be gone on holiday, but want to say goodbye

before they leave for their families.

It is nice, but feels sort of strange.

As if you were observing your own funeral 

While alive.

SF from China. I really can't recommend it.

Just trying to hack my way through it at this point.

There is an apparent disconnect between cultures in

descriptive writing.

This past short week at work was way too confusing

to attempt to drive the new pocket rocket in.

Lots of things in motion.

It has also been wet, foggy, nasty here in the early mornings.

My clean car OCD rebels at the thought of driving this

car in the wet if i don't have to.

I am tho attempting to develop some normalcy in regards to this vehicle.

I resisted the temptation to immediately bring it into work to

show it off so as to pump up my ego.

The way i imagine myself with the pocket rocket--

The way i suppose i really am with the pocket rocket--- 

I have also made an attempt to contact the local car club--

with negative results so far...and 

I searched for local, cars and coffee, meet ups.

Again with negative results so far.

In retirement i really would like to hang out with the pocket rocket

at a coffee house with other weird vehicles and owners.

I am not done searching yet, but it may be that to do

a cars and coffee thing, i may have to start something?

All hope is not lost, there is still a couple of people I will

inquire to about these types of functions.

Photo's my wonderful wife took during our recent trip to Sedona 

to pick up the pocket rocket.

"Forget the past."

Nelson Mandela