The problem remains - It cannot possibly - I state boldly - be a loading issue at my end. It's not a browser thing (tried two). No amount of waiting allows photobucket to resume; no amount of trying (and slower pacing) alters anything about that.

So where does it all grind to a halt? After the blue mustang. Is that the end of the line, perhaps? I doubt you also rescued the black and not quite light footed horse out of a swamp... Did I miss something?

I find the Snake River episode with the six billion dollar River leaves a large impression upon me. Several years you say.... It must make it difficult to ever settle back down on terra firma for (semi) good. Then again new conditions make for new things

Which brings me to this riddle that follows me wherever I go. What DO you guys exactly mean? And by you two I mean my mother and you who hand me exactly the same piece of advice. It is such a big deal to me, because my mother never has handed me any other morsel! So now, I prithee, perhaps you could explain the wise old bird with your own wisdom? I can't possibly ask my mother to explain herself. She would think I was a ninny.

I took it as a small consolation of hers, at the time, when she declared it isn't about who you love or who has loved you but what you love. At first I felt it was a cop out, but then I came to see there was something praisworthy and powerfully creative (if fairly austere) in loving without being loved in return. Ok. I can manage that, I promised myself. Years of practice, now time to perfect it (so no more snivelling). But still, now what?
I am not sure I know what to understand by "thing".
It can't be a hobby surely? Although I refuse to call anything I do a hobby, I have about a million of them already. Would I be able to find a new and more appropriate one?
It can't be a place or even a house because, travel was off the agenda and I can't see myself ever getting attached to bricks and mortar (or even an ark).
Now I might get sentimental about a dog, but that is hardly a thing, either. And the hassle of keeping one around here (where people WILL interfere) is not making it an attractive option at the moment.
I remember a boyfriend in Barcelona who never tired of telling the story how he fell madly in love with his first car (a Renault 5), and although I've named my Blue Dakini, I am not sure I love her with all my heart.
What I might have to concentrate more on is perhaps that I could actually go and FIND something new. I may not have ever done that, yet. Allowing rather for things to find me. But that would be my mother's fault! She always said (aha! another morsel, after all): when in doubt don't do anything. And Thomasina happens to be my proverbial middle name!
Wouldn't it be funny if you meant bridge or a bookclub.

Needless to say, I get it totally, if you mean to say: one makes one's own joy and living is about doing precisely that, and nothing much else is required. Find a field, chew on a straw, and watch the cloud elephants and zebras go by!