PMI stands for Private Mortgage Insurance. This blog entry has nothing to do with that.
When I was a kid, I remember my dad saying one time that he noticed that his kids (my brother, sister and I) seemed to be the only kids in the neighborhood who were happy most of the time. It was true, and for me it still is. (Actually, for all three of us, but this is about me.) A big part of this is my sense of humor. Every day is an opportunity to laugh at something, and whether I find it or not, I know it’s out there.
Another part of being happy is that I live in harmony with my surroundings. Not nature. Nature’s been out to get me since I was a little kid. Between taking advantage of my having fair skin that burns easily and a conspiracy to put poison ivy all through the woods behind my house, Mother Nature has had it out for me for almost half a century, and the feeling is mutual, so we’ve learned to pretty much stay clear of each other. (Disclaimer: Some people say they were born too late, that they were meant to live in the Old West or the Renaissance. I never say that. I was born too early. I was born to live on a space colony, where no one asks you to go play outside, because its 200 degrees below zero and there’s no air.) Continue reading