Okay, okay! {grrrrrrr!} I take back this morning’s grousing about the lost lawn chair cushions, a crab-fest to which, mercifully enough, Funny’s readers were not exposed. Just a few minutes ago I found the “stolen” cushions in a back bedroom’s closet, where I’d tossed them to get them in out of the elements. And where, o’course, I’d find them easily, right?
/eyeroll/
Gorgeous, gorgeous afternoon! Sunny. Cool, but not quite cold. Even fairly quiet. It’s a miracle.
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One of the joys of Old Age is that you forget things. Helle’s Belles, I’d forget my name if I didn’t see it just about every day. And this morning I forgot where the Helle I stashed the outdoor cushions.
Oh well. They’re found, and now I’m parked on one of them.
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On the way home from this morning’s escapades, I once again took it into my feeble little head that maybe, just MAYBE, I’d like to move to some other neighborhood…
- Further away from the crime-ridden Sunnyslope district
- Further away from the accursed light-rail
- Closer to the beloved AJ’s grocery store, or
- Closer to the community college that will hire me if I wave my eyelashes in their direction
- A bit (tho’ not much) closer to M’Hijito’s house
- Closer to a dear friend’s house
- A very(!) short ambulance ride to not one but two first-rate hospitals
- And so on, damn near ad infinitum….
Soooo… It was out the door and into the Dog Chariot, therein to cruise lovely North Central Phoenix in search of open houses. And y’know what?
I did not see ONE HOUSE that was any better than this house. Most of them didn’t even come up to the level of this place, in terms of design, construction, and location.
What that’s tellin’ ya is that to get to a comparable or better house & neighborhood, I’d have to move to North Central or the Arcadia district. Neither of which I could even vaguely afford.
Sooooo…. It looks like either I’m stuck here for the duration, or I’m going to have to accept a sh!tload of undesirable compromises to move into a desirable centrally located neighborhood.
Guess which one is NOT gonna happen….
I keep my eye on listings and drive around areas that I know I would like better too! Am saving up for the next domicile. I think teaching would be something enjoyable and fun and keep you sharp; it’s part of my post-retirement plan, say one or two courses per year, hopefully only field courses!
Teaching is great fun. Try to avoid freshman comp, though: it’s a guaranteed brain-sizzler. Just about any actual SUBJECT, though (as opposed to a skill such as writing) is always interesting.