With my birthday hovering over me, and no choice but to accept being another year removed from my youth, I could not but focus instead on all that gives me happiness. For me, it’s always first, foremost, and in very large part, my family—a wife I adore and kids that make me immensely proud. It’s also about other simple joys like tried-and-true friends, a good meal, just being outside in warm weather, and of course this hobby I have come to love (and perhaps obsess over). Having put a figurative check mark next to most of the former during my birthday weekend, I managed to carve out some time to devote to the latter—getting out for a little relic hunting.
A friend of mine had secured permission for me on an open expanse of land in an older part of town that’s adjacent to a thriving business. Early Saturday morning (so as to not disturb said business), I spent a few relaxing—albeit hardworking—hours trying to reclaim history. (Funny how digging a lot of holes in the sun can be both physically grueling, yet strangely peaceful.) When my history-searching was complete, I was quite pleased with what I had unearthed, much of which harkened back to the late 1700s thru the latter 1800s in one form or another (see images below).
It was yet another wonderful birthday indeed and helped continue what I refer to as “my lifetime tour of blessings.” So, if you’re thinking of sending me a belated gift, thanks, but no thanks—I do not want any more than I already have.