I'm Just About "Done"

No, I don't mean I'm about to give up or croak or anything like that.

It's just that we finally had the celebration for my latest birthday recently, and, as is not unusual in my family, since I have weird tastes and interests and am a little bit hard to shop for, the biggest part of my birthday gifting consisted of cash.

Not a problem, not usually. This time, I promptly ordered the first three books in Janice Kim's series on how to play go. And then I stopped.

I'm going to have to give this some thought. I probably will order a real go board, instead of continuing to use the hand-drawn sheets of paper my middle son and I have been using. But after that?

I had a list. But as I ponder each item on the list, I'm a-goin', "Man, I don't know...."

I knew this was coming. As pitiful as it may sound to some, the reality is that materially speaking, I have most of the stuff I want. We've got cars. We'd like to replace one and improve the other. We've got a house and we're not likely to move, so it's mostly a question of improving and maintaining it so that the kids can sell it and split the proceeds when we croak--and so that we can continue to enjoy living in it for the next few decades. As far as my bizarro little personal interests are concerned, I have most of what I'm ever going to be interested in having, and such few things as remain are best left on the Christmas list so that the relatives will have something to shop for at Christmas time.

I'm...done. For the most part. Not that I won't ever buy a new book or anything. But for the most part, I have what I need and want. It's all about improving skills and relationships and passing on what I can pass on and teaching and sharing what I can teach and share now. Not that it wasn't before. But it's a little more obvious now.