Saturday, August 17, 2013
What comes after the mountain top? My wife's plan.
We have been thinking for some time now about "post mountain top" life. I'm getting to the age where keeping the place up is not only becoming more difficult but outright dangerous. Falling off the roof at 40 and breaking some ribs was inconvenient and painful. Cutting a tree limb that was up against the roof and having it swing around and knock me flat a couple of weeks ago has reminded me that I can handle much less now than I could then in the way of physical abuse.
My wife is talking more and more about wanting to go live in a condominium in Florida. She likes one the family owns at Palm Coast, and we could buy out the other shares for a modest price as my siblings all live on the west coast and never use it. There is a Publix there. They have a Kroger. They have book stores, and theaters that aren't an hour away, and doctors that aren't two hours on the wrong side of the mountains. There are lots of nice little cafes and restaurants. Palm Coast has malls and women's shops. The condominium has a nice swimming pool right on the beach, and a beautiful strip of beach where we could sit in the swinging benchs they have there and watch the sun come up. We could wade and look for shells. This is all quite alluring. If things collapse, she figures we will have had a good run in life and we can just go out together. I have always wondered if she was a Roman in a previous incarnation.
The place is two bedroom, two bath, with a kitchen, dining room and living room. It has it's own little laundry room with a washer and dryer. In short, it's about the size of a nice motel suite. So if we move down there, it's going to be us and a couple of suit cases. M has to work for five more years, so by then she says the ferrets will all have passed away, but we don't talk much about what happens to the dogs. They will still be living, I think, and I'm not abandoning my dogs. M says we can give them to her relatives on the other side of the mountain who have plenty of land. I am not so sure I could do that. But five years is a long time.
Anyway, you can't tell when you get up in the morning if you'll still be around when the sun sets. Five years is a long time.