plastic fantastic new year

Here’s my New Year’s fantasy. Wait! That’s what they call them, right? New Year’s fantasies?

Anyway, my New Year’s fantasy is to discover and attract into my life a stream of income which does not involve a job, a schedule, bosses, travel, and all that employment jazz.

To be clear, I have a job now and I like my bosses and the job has real cool opportunities to be kind and goofy and welcoming, groovy even.

But it’s a job, with bosses and schedules and time cards and a uniform, and if the creek don’t rise, in a few weeks I’ll turn 77 and venture out into my 78th year on this green and blue spinning planet. The one bubbling with joy and wonder if you look around.

And if it’s all the same to dragonflies and my kids and ancient masters and favorite baristas and past and future girlfriends, I’d very much like the ‘Path of 78′ to be employment free.

Dig it?

It’s my New Year’s fantasy. And, see! See! I could sit around all day long and listen to this. Wicked, wicked Yay!!!