I’m not shut down. This is the new me. The old me drove more than twice as much. It is just coincidence that not long after I backed off the feds shut down. I’m not driving, but I’m still going to the diner. It’s been two weeks since I gassed up the aging red rocket...and I still have half a tank. I good possibly get down to once a month from almost twice a week.
I looked at the gauge on the way to my regular Wednesday meeting on the edge of the closest state road to the coast. It’s dead now. Just me and the staff of immigrants of several nations exchanging ideas. I’m too old to work the diner, otherwise I’d be there working right along side them there, or at some other joint.
None of the winter staff are in school. Half are legally in the states, the only one with college is the owner, who bootstrapped himself through a two year then a four year program waiting tables in the city. He owns the building and business, but still has not become a citizen. His heart is still over there, on the other side of the ocean.
His father and brothers are big fish on a small Island. There was just not enough room for four of them, so they smartly established a beachhead in the US. The political situation of the island has been such that having a plan b is always good strategy.
I’ve met almost all of them over the years. I’ve never been to their Island. I thought I would have by now, but I’m not feeling it. My co2 footprint has been getting smaller and smaller. My frequent flier miles were recently confiscated due to lack of participation. I’m ok with that too.
I do miss the legroom, but am happy not to have to rationalize the expense and stress of what appears to be a one historian show on the road. I could do far less here for half as much, even before winding down.
This not driving is working out. I’ve applied for social security too. I might get rich doing less...or at least not not broke twice as fast. I might live long enough to make a short movie, or at least help a little...I won’t even start the red rocket today. I’m walking the trail to the bay and back, leaving the half tanked red rocket’s big six cylinders to rest. It’s getting easier and easier to be getting greener and greener.