Monday, July 11, 2011
Still Looking for the Right Spot
Tomorrow I am headed north, again, trying to kill two birds with one stone; or perhaps just wing one of them.
My oldest son needs a little help (and although he is a T-10 paraplegic he rarely asks for any help). But he isn't feeling tip top and I am glad to stay with him a few days and see that he gets some much needed rest, while he is recouping.
It doesn't take much to please him, just bring him a glass of cold ice water from time to time, and listen to his latest political tales. He serves on his city's planning commission, and believe me, in his city that is a hot spot to sit in. Fortunately, well, not really but you know what I mean, he has lots of practice in sitting things out. And he has an uncanny ability to find a good compromise, so his skills are in demand.
In between running errands for him and doing a little cooking and some cleaning, I'll try to get in a little house-hunting. We are still looking for just the right spot to park our wrinkles.
Last time out, the guy tried to sell me a 2,500 sq. ft., one-acre plus, mini-mansion. What part of "down sizing" doesn't this guy get? I'm just saying....
The LOC* and I are both retired and we are ready to move to the foothills and live among the pine trees. But we have to find the right spot. Seems like it ought to be easier to land at our age, given that all we really need besides decent cable reception and working A/C is a good church to attend, and one or two little cafes to break up the week. (*Lovable Old Coot)
How hard can this be? So far, much more difficult than you might suppose. People try to sell you houses with purple bathrooms, or pea soup green carpet, or decks that look like they were built out of Noah's ark remnants. Of course, all that can be fixed, but the LOC is no handyman, so one wants to be cautious about such things.
Oh, well, onward and upward. At first, just the looking was fun. The bloom is now definitely off of that bush. Now the finding would be a good thing. Until next time .... Marsha