I get REI gift cards for holidays and birthdays. Probably around 6 a year. I’ll let them collect over time and use them to buy stuff that I wouldn’t normally buy for myself. For example I won’t use them to purchase socks, propane, hiking shoes or small practical things. If I get enough of them I’ll buy something a little over the top to try out for fun. I’ve got a big 4 ft Goal Zero outdoor light that will light up a hillside. Not practical at all. Big, somewhat heavy but fun as hell to have when you’re sitting on a pitch black mountain top. I had a somewhat expensive shower pump with hot water but hated it. A fire can to keep me warm in places where I can’t build a fire, a swing hitch for my bike rack, my bike rack. I won’t buy these things new unless I get gift cards. My camping gear is abundant but I still buy things frugally unless I know they hold their value. I’m terrible at keeping my gift cards in order and will occasionally misplace one or two. I’ve dropped two of them in the parking lot of REI I wear 5in inseam running shorts so my pockets are about as deep as some of my FB friends and things fall out of my pockets. I rarely carry anything with me that won’t fit in my phone wallet. Both cards I lost at rei were found and returned to me.

I get lucky sometimes.

Misplaced another one for the last two weeks. Spent a solid hour looking for it before saying “screw it” I’ll get over it.

But

I don’t get over things very easy.

While I meditating Sunday I decided to try some self hypnosis to retrace my steps with my gift card. I use self hypnosis at night to go back and make peace with old memories. It works.

Highly recommend

Put my headphones on yesterday late morning and closed my eyes. Tried to retrace my steps and did a little mental beacon like radar in my mind.

“Let’s find that card”

While we were unpacking I had set aside a box of clothes to go up in the attic. Winter clothes I had set aside to hibernate as we head towards spring.

“Your card is in the attic in a pair of joggers you wore three weeks ago”

*opens attic door, opens box

BAM there’s my joggers

BAM there’s my gift card

Meditation is magic for the soul.

Writing is meditation for me also. When I get into a mode I can pull up some old OLD memories once I focus on a specific topic.

That’s all I had to say about that.

My walking routes have changed. We live off of Anderson Street or road I don’t know but the walking routes are interesting. I can walk straight and end up to Main Street or I can take on turn and walk around dilapidated homes and trip over 40 oz bottles. I live across the street from a place that looks like Arkham Asylum. Rusted wrought iron fence, boarded windows and super villains awaiting release into the world.

I’m listening to Best of 3rd Bass. I love late 80s early 90s hip hop. Old school or skool hip hop is a solid beat to write to. Good cadence, keeps your mind balanced. Onyx? Not so much.

Where can I find cheap real estate where I can open up a small record store/deli/ coffee/ thrift store in a small Mayberry town with a loft apartment above? I can get down with that. Man I used to go thrifting every week back in the day. I may have to drive to Asheville today and enjoy some of that.

Who’s with me?

*crickets 🦗

Farmburger sounds good too

Think I just figured out my day for myself.

Cheers