Truly: what a beautiful morning!
Left the Corgi behind when I set out to traverse the ‘Hood…partly because she remains stubborn (her new habit) about coming out from under the toilet when called, and partly because I wanted to have my own walk, not be dragged from pillar to post.
And…y’know…that was a good thing to do!
Without the drag-fest, I was left with the time and the peace to think about Life (as it’s coming to an end…), the Universe, and All That.
And…yeah….
I’m thinking now that I’ll try to stay in my present home until the last cat is hanged.
Two reasons:
a) I love it here. Love the house, love the yard, love the pool, love the neighborhood, love the neighbors.
b) I want my son to have this place. He may not think it’s the best thing since Paris, but even if he doesn’t….it’s worth a bare minimum of half a million bucks.
So if he decides to sell my house or his own castle, he can pocket enough to finance his retirement (no kidding!).
Then he could, in theory, move back to his dad’s hometown — Grand Junction, Colorado: a venue the kid covets. Or he could stay where he is, rent this house, and invest the proceeds until he’s ready to retire…then live like the King of Sheba. Or he could instead sell my place and use the profit to move himself to some fancy venue like Scottsdale. Or, decamp to the place both of us would prefer to live: San Francisco.
Spectacular thoughts engendered by a spectacular day…