posted on Jun, 1 2024 @ 02:43 PM
originally posted by: RussianTroll
a reply to: charlest2
Of course you can. Now Russia is massively accepting pensioners who are being kicked out by the Baltic countries simply because they are Russian. And
Russians in Latvia make up more than 30% of the population. In Russia there is a social old-age pension. The older a pensioner is, the more pension he
is paid each year. It is increasing. But it's small. I am younger than you, but I will also retire soon. But I'm going to work until the end. Work is
life))))
As for me my friend...I'm going to retire soon as well...spend my remaining years sailing the Caribbean...or the ice floes...live off my sailboat
during the winter...write and publish...perhaps even a social media channel documenting life aboard and my collected thoughts and ruminations...
Summer we will spend at our cottages on Lake Ontario...as I also write about those coming lazy days watching the Milky way birth it's twin as it
reflects off the water...as those gather my gaze...to both look downward at the reflected beauty of the galactic arm...and then up into that
binary...then onward to the horizon as those images meld into one fine line...become the same...much as they might resemble one another...according to
the focus of my imagination and how such might impact
any reflective trails of wayward thought...
If ATS exists in that future...then I will share a tale or two and think fondly of my Russian brother...and raise a glass of Sortile'ge...or a glass
of Mohito as it sweats it's condensation...and the drops run down my hand as a fine spray of wind...wave...and laughter ensnare my attention off to
some other direction...some other degree or perspective...and the hull slips through the water...and the dolphins play along the bow wave...
This is the fullness of my coming days...a dream I've carried through many years...bearing the fruit of reality...as I am in the process of making
realism and the dream state...one...
I will carry every conversation I have ever had with me...every turn of phrase...every considerative...introspective...image that impingement caught
against the outflow of breath...and the influx of wonder...spinning their textures into a kaleidoscopic thread that I will then weave...that I will
author...that I will cause to exist...that I will knit...and crochet...out of paper...and pen...and electrons of ink...where it had not found life or
existence...or self...prior to my passing there...
Then my hand will again reach out to that sweat dripping glass...and raise it aloft...and think of all of you...out there...beyond the screen and
these keys I love so well...and the thought might humble me a small pace of ways...
Perhaps...
But I would not wish to claim close kinship to most...although I will always fondly think of you as brother...my friend...
YouSir