Here is (not my photo) a new Honda Rebel, an exact duplicate of the bike I sold just last fall, though that’s not the summer entertainment the title infers. I’m entertaining myself contemplating how to spend the money I’m getting from the sale of my houseboat.
This pastime is just that, a way to pass time analyzing what motivates me. For instance, I sold my motorcycle because I didn’t want the hassle of maintaining and licensing it, plus I had nowhere to park it out of the weather. I was constantly buying new covers which would dissolve in the sun. So why am I thinking of going through all that again?
The other challenge is to know my own mind about what I enjoy. I actually forget aspirations that at one time really excited me! How do I drag those memories out of the fog? Were they all that significant? These are the mind games that keep me awake of late.
For all of us, the lack of money thwarts dreams, and often those dormant yearnings get buried under years of daily life to where we forget them. I have long had a fascination with things miniature. And, of late, I’ve had an urge to develop a hobby using my hands, so, as part of my summer entertainment, I decided I could acquire some equipment, build a tiny (handy, that) workshop in my tiny apartment, and enter a fun lilliputian realm.
My worry: will I tire of it all soon or find the passion of my life? How many times have we all gone through this tribulation? I envy those men and women who seem to become centered in their quest, even if something as obscure as an obsession with a color. Take the large man who wore only yellow clothes, had a yellow Cadillac, house, dishes, everything! He must have gained some satisfaction for he did it for decades. Or maybe he was just NUTS! (he he)
Other summer games in my mind are:
Buy a first-class piano keyboard and develop my music abilities.
Practice continuing education via “Teaching Company” DVD courses. (I own 12 so far.)
Finally get around to pursuing my commercial marine photography business, “Yachtshots,” that I’ve contemplated for years.
Take a tropical trip, but going alone doesn’t thrill me!
Move to the big island of Hawaii (can’t afford to live there, won’t happen.)
Use the money for Tiny House construction on my flatbed trailer (my ‘plan B’ for housing should I need it.)
Acquire preparedness gear and supplies.
Become a motorcycle or boating vagabond…very enticing but also very impractical at my age!
Don’t spend the money. Use it for emergencies, medical/otherwise. (“To Dad: No mun, no fun, your Son. / Too bad, so sad, your Dad”)
And, being a photographer, acquire more equipment to augment my creative goals visually.
And that’s how I spent my summer vacation.