And so today:
Where to die? My girl of course wants to die in Belmont (many years from now) the place of her birth.
ME? I like it here in Belmont but I would rather be On the road, on the water or deep in the mountains. I am not a beach person, but I love the sea and salt air. I did enjoy the beach early in our lives. BUT Hearing devices do not deal well with saltwater nor sand.
I think I could live on a boat, not sure the size required. Maybe a good sized sailboat maybe 38 ft long like the coach.
So either place would be an okay place to die.
My comrade Dallas, used that statement when we looked at their latest home. I asked, “Well do you like it here?”
“It is a pretty good place to die,” he retorted with a smile.
At first I thought, the boy ain’t right! But then our age came to mind (early 80s), it is something to consider.
I hate to beat a dead horse, but I cannot settle my mind. Sherry also has mixed feelings.
We walk most evenings, we could walk around and round this block area, but there are no side walks. We had staked out a 2+ mile walk and were enjoying it. We like to walk and wave at folks on porches.
BUT on one walk, ‘Sonny’ came out to meet us. He wanted to talk, you are familiar with ‘Sonny’ I am sure. When he wants to talk, that means he does’t want to listen. He is new in town and said, “I have friendly neighbors but all they want to do is smile, wave and get into the house. A Mr Biggerstaff stopped by a couple times to talk, but he stopped coming this way.”
So to myself I said, ‘I wonder why he stopped.’ Now We take an alternate route if Sonny is on the porch or out in the yard. I despise myself for not being able to say something like, “Sorry but I don’t have time to talk, I gotta pee!”
On the road we do not have that problem. Someone named Sonny should be like the REAL SONNY I knew!