Winter 2022- Something always Happens

 I am building a retirement home in Florida and the money from the sale of my mother's house in florida will be used to buy more expensive furniture than I would have been able to afford, thank you Mom and thank you Dad for making me a more wealthy woman than I would have had. Although I like nice things I am really an old Hippie and could live on less and make my own entertainment. 

My father and mother officially split up in Winter of  '79, I remember living in Vermont and my grandfather calling me and asking me to come to NY and "do something". I didn't, and the rest is stuff of lifetime channel drama. However in response to the split my father offered me a trip with him to Aspen, Colorado to ski. I had been trying to teach skiing at Mt. Snow (just graduated college) during the worst snow draught in history. I jumped at the chance to ski out west. My father dated in the evening and so did I. A woman he met told him, "....something always happens." It became my family motto.

Hi, subsequently met a hippie in a Volkswagen van who is going to Telluride to do some more skiing and invited me to join him. When I fill out my father, I don’t know if I asked him or told him he said I took you here. I take you home what you do after that is your business, so I came home with him and met Mark. That’s really how the story goes. . Since then, something has always been happening.

So this is the PG 17 part I remember the van I remember the smell I remember long blonde hair. I kind of remember smoking a joint on the bed. I think the sex was satisfying and dreaming of skiing Telluride Was blissful. It would’ve been like jumping off into the abyss that in America, particularly I’m sure a lot of people do, But I went on to be shaped by my predictable surroundings.