1000 - does that numeric symbol mean anything to you?

While drinking the liquid contents of a bottle of Dominion Oak Barrel Stout, I look back at the last week and see my whole life, the life of others I've known, and the "life" of our species.

Our ages and stages.

Birth, youth, maturity, old age and death.

Words.  Symbols.  As meaningful as the bottle beside me.

Another list - this time of cinema: Sleep Dealer, Moon, Frost/Nixon, Akira, Flash of Genius, Lost Highway, Dark Mind, King of California, The Edukators, The International, Mr. Brooks, Trans-Siberian, Doubt, Memories (by Katsuhiro Otomo), The Devil and Daniel Johnston

Putting together material for the next storybook character.

I am just a guy who likes what guys like me like.  Imperfectly content with the contextual content in the moment.

"I read lips."  Some sentences are change-makers.  Here's another one:  "How can I ever thank you for saving my wife's life?"

And while I live, contemplating the laminar flow around the inside of a tipped-over glass container, I observe and report.

What is your sense of community?  If you live alone, do you experience cabin fever?

Can you afford to live your last years in relative luxury?

While visiting businesses that cater senior care, my wife and I have asked many questions to determine the best location for my 92-year young mother in-law to live relatively carefree.

In researching what a place offers in personalised amenities, I have asked myself if I could see me at 92 in a similar situation.

I am just barely closer to 92 than I am to 0, approximately halfway in between the two.  I am a lot closer to 62 than 25.

I spend the majority of my time sitting at home - here in front of the computer, the television or a book.

How much would I want someone to serve my needs and wants in the/this/every moment?

Today, we toured Magnolia Place and Redstone Village, two full-service businesses for senior citizens to spend much, if not most, of the rest of their lives.

We spoke to Natalie, Dave, Janet, Lorene, Cynthia, Chris, Diane, Betty, Edie, Dorothy, Tara, Christy and Shanna.  We saw many happy, smiling faces on both residents and workers.

At Dr. Carter's office today, I saw a pre-med student interested in becoming a general practitioner.

I have a limited number of days to call ones in which I lived with you in this part of the universe.  Could be 1, 1000, 14579 or 100000.

I've acclimated myself to living them here in this moment, attached to the Internet and available to talk/write in this space.

Is this my sense of community, away from sharing words, away from measuring body language and away from reading lips?

At 92, will I want others available at my beck-and-call to serve me and my whims?

I am me.  Nothing more.  I observe.  I think.  I write.  I am not special or unique except by being who I am.

You are the future of our species and what we do to provide passage to future moments.

I'm still recovering from the near-death of my life partner, knowing how close I came to seeing a forced overhaul of the way I'll live my future moments, however many of them I have left to live.  That recent experience came close to making me drop all mention of futures and predictions and electronic tabulating machines that track our interconnected lives.

Even now, I wonder who I should, can, or will be in the next moment.

Time to take a nap.  The future won't wait for me but I can wait for it a while longer.