I went with my mother to visit an elderly neighbor today. She's great, I love her. And the conversations are quite interesting. For instance, she was talking today about being at that point in her life where she really doesn't want more things.

Looking around, she has a beautiful house, beautifully decorated. She has enough clothes for the various occasions and she's old enough that nobody expects her to dress in anything approaching modern fashion.

Her son-in-law brought her a computer she promised to try. She said she has vowed to do three things on it per day (today she checked her email, which had no new messages, read the front page of the newspaper in her old hometown and she couldn't remember the third thing she had done, it hadn't been all that exciting). She says she's giving it three more weeks and then she's calling her son-in-law and asking him to come take it away. She doesn't want it.

I don't know if I will ever get to that stage in life. It seems like I will always want the next new gadget. I think I'll be showing up at video game stores (or what passes for them in 40 years) and demanding the best equipment they have.

I guess I need a really good retirement plan.

Books: I sent Sarah the story. So far no response. However, I think she wasn't feeling well today and thus gets some slack cut for her. I want her to know for sure if it's the bad writing bringing on the nausea.