So, last week I celebrated 52, and I got the perfect gift from my kids.

I am not just saying this because they are my kids.

Or because the eldest is a devoted subscriber and frequently comments on my content.(in private messages though. I guess it is uncool to publicly comment on your mother’s blog). 

I am saying this was the perfect gift because for me- it absolutely was. 

I rarely like stuff other people give me, I have my own (distinct) taste in everything, and that includes books, paintings (I mean what was my mother thinking buying me a painting from a painter she happens to like?a depressing dark blue painting, that I absolutely could not hang in my tiny house without having to constantly look at it- and start contemplating my existence).

I know-  a civilized person might have taken the painting with a fake smile and would have hidden it in an over-crowded closet, swearing to remember to hang the painting when visited by my mother, and probably failing to do so, but- I didn’t. 

Since I have a small house, I make a point of not keeping things I don’t use and don’t like (go, Mary Kondo!!! I have so much respect for the idea of only keeping things that spark joy and not “I know it’s broken but maybe I’ll need that broken thing in a 1000 years). 

I don’t like overcrowded walls and bookshelves, I read mostly on my Ipad, thus saving space and keeping it dust-free, plus -it is hard to compete with the large font -right light advantages of reading on devices. 

Oh and there’s that free digital library thing too-

No need to drive 20 minutes over to the dusty (strange-smelling) library nearest to me, only to discover the librarians kept the “just arrived ” for their neighbors. (sorry- this is what happens in my library- I am sure it is totally different in yours- growing up I loved my library and spent the best hours there- this specific library is a downer, but- that’s exactly why the digital library is a great idea for me). 

Anyway- back to the birthday present-

I really wasn’t expecting a gift- 

Because I really don’t need anything, and whatever I need I’d rather get on my own, hence making it impossible to get me anything- and everyone knows I’d rather not get anything because stuff for the sake of stuff doesn’t do it for me. 

But!!!

I wasn’t prepared for this-

I received an email from a donkey haven, letting me know that now I am the proud sponsor of Jodie:

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This- is Jodie!

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Jodie, mind you, has a “special friend”, which automatically got me wondering.

See-this is one of the dangers of early retirement.

You have a lot of time to wonder about your adopted donkey’s special friend.

(By the way- I had no idea that a she-donkey is called a jenny or a jennet).

We recently lost our beloved dog, and this was so heartwarming- to know I am helping Jodie maintain her good life at the haven.

I actually started crying.

Anyway-

If you happen to have a haven like this where you live and happen to have a strange person like me as a friend or close relative, I think this is the perfect gift for them.

I was really proud.

Of my kids- sure- but mainly of myself for raising them to be such excellent people.

Told you it’s not easy to dump your ego -even when you retire early.

Enjoy- the cooliflower.

I am not a medical/health/emotional/financial /nutrition or any other kind of expert as far as it concerns the contents of this blog,  therefore anything written on the blog is not to be taken as any kind of advice, and should you choose to rely on anything  I write on this blog- you are doing it at your own risk and at your own responsibility.

Published by wiseassvegan

an organized full time working vegan -with plenty of ideas on getting everything done in the most simple and efficient way possible.

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