Beware of Falling Coconuts..

This week I cut loose of some "baggage." I cut the minutes allowed for my Verizon cell phone, saving 20 bucks a month. Ended my broadband subscription with Verizon, saving 60 bucks a month. Changed insurance companies; saving another 25 bucks a month. All this in an effort to clear the path for a move to a simpler life. Starting down in Mexico, maybe by the sea shore, maybe under a coconut tree (if they grow there.)  My life has been a pattern of aquisition, consumption, selling, purging, and poverty. I continue on that path. I plan to drive down to San Felipe, Baja, Mexico next week and check out life there, for me and my dog.
When I was young I lived a simple, some would say poor life. I remember one Christmas, 1951 or 52, I think when the only thing I remember getting was a dozen eggs; fresh from the farm across the road, no doubt. That was the best Christmas ever. My parents, and I suppose Santa Claus, knew how much I loved eggs, but since there were 6 of us, I was never able to have as many as I really wanted for breakfast or for any meal. Getting that dozen eggs, in a pink plastic egg container that I knew to be my mother's was as though I'd struck it rich. I could eat as many as I wanted at any given time. I don't remember eating all at one sitting, but who knows?
I think my brother got a new Teddy Bear. I got eggs. And I was sooo happy.
Then there were the years my parents bought me the best they could afford and I went out and got myself something better. I got a used electric train for Christmas. Since I had been working since I was 11 years old, selling newspapers, I went to the butcher store on Main Street in Lowell, Michigan, where we lived, and bought a brand new American Flyer Electric Train they had for sale. I guess they sold more than meat. Then another year my parents (I think my Dad was behind it) bought me a used bike. It has toussles on the handle grips, and a new plastic seat cover, and was probably painted. It was fixed up pretty well, but still didn't match the new bikes the neighbor kids got. So, through my newspaper job I bought a new Schwinn bike for myself. I never heard how that made my parents feel, but I was proud and happy.  Just in case I missed saying this to you, "Merry Christmas" or Happy Holidays.   Forgive me for any mispelling. I wish this blogspot had a spell check.  
Next time old media, new media....