Now that the end of my driving days are creeping up on me, I am taking some time to consider what I want my day-to-day life to be like going forward. My retirement community apartment will likely be the last home I live in. Until now, I have always thought I could leave whenever I wanted. I don’t know how much time I have left on this earth. It could be months, years, or even a decade, but they will almost assuredly be spent here, almost…

In that light, I have given up even the idea of becoming a social person; I have tried unsuccessfully several times at my RetCom. For numerous reasons, being social is simply too stressful for me. Fortunately, I have become very comfortable with my LOMO (Life On My Own) lifestyle that I had in my pre-marriage years. LOMO means doing what I want to do when I want to do it. In this mode, compromise is not in the equation, and that is a very positive thing for me right now.

Now, don’t get me wrong. For the most part, my 36 years of married life was good, but it was filled with compromise after compromise. That is just part of marriage; I certainly don’t regret living through that. But now that LOMO is back, I consider it a welcome stage in my present and future life. As an example, I’m sure I would have driven my wife crazy if I had suddenly jumped up every ten minutes to do something else while watching our usual two hours of nightly TV.

My present LOMO life primarily revolves around being artsy. To accommodate that, I have two computers, four monitors, two printers, and over a hundred square feet of lighted fabric bulletin boards crammed into half of my living room. To me, it is cozy. Others might call it chaos.

Let’s close out this rambling post that most of you have probably skipped anyway. It took four years to embrace a LOMO life again, but I am certainly glad I have accomplished it.