I start this 2014 already a day late and a dollar short. It’s already the 2nd. Apparently I like to break resolutions early and often.
On the first,Buck and I walked and talked though our late afternoon walk, then enjoyed a fine meal of roast top loin of bee (aka boneless New York Strip roast). We’re getting close to pulling the trigger on listing “the mansion” for sale, and talked a lot about what our next move might be, the unsavory reality of approaching age, and getting ourselves into a comfortable, secure situation.
We almost convinced ourselves to go straight to The Villages and buy a small house as soon as we close on the sale and just hunker down there.
After a good night’s sleep, we both had another thought, and that is once the mansion sells, to either go to The Villages and rent for a fortnight and see how we like living there and whether we miss the woods (or should I say how much we miss the woods), or if it’s summer, to go straight to Waynesville or Maggie Valley and rent a place there for several months.
I note that at 10:15 tonight it’s 37 degrees in Pensacola, 57 at The Villages and 20 in Waynesville. Buck says “There’s a message in that.” I think he’s right. The older I get, the less tolerance I have for cold weather. I have gotten to where I really don’t mind the heat. I like living in shorts and tank tops and sandals. Hello Central Florida.