I went trick or treating with an 88 year old woman (both of us in costume). She raked it in!

Based on your question, you might dig the book “Boat of a Million Years.” The author put quite a bit of thought into just that.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Boat_of_a_Million_Years

I was not born into wealth, and put myself through college on scholarships. The only reason I’m “wealthy” is because I’ve lived very frugally (and still do), and chose not to have kids. I’m not denying that I’ve had some advantages, and certainly those born into the current economy have it tougher, but overall I’ve eaten a hell of a lot of lentils, don’t subscribe to any streaming services, am not much of a consumer, and enjoy the simple things in life. Obviously not an exhaustive list, but stuff like that. It’s not for everyone, but I’m deeply content and fulfilled.

Joyful, peaceful, content, fulfilled, educated, energetic, with a diverse set of wonderful friends, and a fun, flexible lifestyle. I retired early and wake up every day (whenever I feel like waking up) in a place I love. I laugh a lot and have a close “chosen family” who always has each other’s back. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

The Daily Stoic by Ryan Holiday is a great beginner sampler, and/or a way to keep it in your life when you don’t have an appetite for the “heavy” stuff.

I just threw up in my mouth a little.

Take smaller bites.

Like living dinosaurs. So cool!

Personally I’m a fan of Irish coffee, but most coffee bars seem to frown on busting out the whiskey at 8a.

I feel like museums should get a pass on this one.

But along these lines, I’m SO over “bespoke.”

Aww, thanks! I tried to find a very uncuddly animal and show it some love. Their claws (talons?) are terrifying.

Especially in news headlines: slams, blasts, mind-blowing, hack (or lifehack)

I’m sure there are others, but that’s all my brain can handle at the moment.

I’ve had this at pubs (in the US). It was called “Irish Nachos.” They were pretty tasty.

Mine’s a speech to text to the right people with one misinterpreted word. I was on my way to a party and tried to send, “I’m bringing Veuve.” As in the champagne. Nope…all 13 people in the group text got, “I’m bringing lube.” Needless to say, about half were disappointed when I showed up with champagne, and I still haven’t lived this down.

Last I heard water had flooded the first floor entirely. Their power went out about six hours ago. They’re in their 80s and stubborn as hell. Hopefully I’ll get an update from them tomorrow. Parents. sigh

My parents in the middle of hurricane Helene.

No, no, no…Death is…not. Death isn’t. You take my meaning. Death is the ultimate negative. Not being. You can’t not-be on a boat.

(Apropos user name!)

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead

I’m an extrovert. That’s not the problem. This is social bullying. Please don’t frame this as “extrovert” behavior. This is reprehensible social interaction. As an extrovert I would NEVER talk about personal experiences at work. I would NEVER ask anyone to participate in my conversations unless they clearly wanted to. Stop conflating extroversion with bullying.

That is the most reluctant upvote I’ve ever given.