Thanks For My Birthday

Well, 47 years ago today my dear mother was enduring the really hard and final part of a nine-month physical nightmare. Why any woman puts up with it is beyond me. And, of course, that’s really only the beginning. What follows is 18 years of a job. Jobs can be rewarding, I suppose, but it’s still a job.

But it occurs to me that when you get to be this age what one ought to really take into account and celebrate is what your parents had to endure so you’d get to enjoy this life.

So: thanks mom & dad.

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Richard Nikoley

I started writing Free The Animal in late 2003 as just a little thing to try. 20 years later, turns out I've written over 5,000 posts. I blog what I wish...from diet, health, philosophy, politics, social antagonism, adventure travel, expat living, location and time independent—while you sleep— income by geoarbitrage, and food pics. I intended to travel the world "homeless," but the Covidiocy Panicdemic squashed that. I became an American expat living in Thailand. I celebrate the audacity and hubris to live by your own exclusive authority and take your own chances. ... I leave the toilet seat up. Read More

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