I am slowly getting back to my normal life. You know that
life, where every day is pretty much the same and the weather guy doesn’t
report on the size of the waves at different parts of the islands. I suppose
that for an island community in which a large percentage of the population
spend and inordinate amount of time in or near the water, this is pretty
important information. It isn’t as if the weather guy actually has real weather
to report. The first day we were there, the temperature hit a new low and
dropped to 68°. Wah-wah!
I am trying to find a warm enough patch of sun to dry out a
baggie of sand that I stole from the beach in front of our condo. I understand
that it is frowned on to take shells or sand from the islands and borders on
the illegal. Well, come and get me! At my trial, I will just say that I
scrapped it from my belly button, between my toes and from the dark nether
regions that should and will remain unnamed. I plan on putting some of it
between the sheets on a buddy’s bed who is on vacation down in New
Mexico right now. That should give him and his wife a
nightmare or two. I hope he reads this and spends some time wondering if I
would really do it.
I picked up a senior newspaper for the first time today. It
says for 55 plus, so I guess I should have been reading it for the past six
years or so. I don’t feel like a senior, but I took advantage of a seniors
discount at the Sugar Museum while on holidays, so I suppose I should start
thinking 55 plus. The first thing that I noticed is that the print is a little
larger which kind of makes sense.
There are a lot of ads for seniors living accommodations,
hearing loss, dentures, shingle protection, casino tours, book clubs, golf,
prescriptions, dances, card groups and a whole lot of other things like that. I
was never that busy, I am kind of looking forward to an active life for a
change. It is nice that there is the opportunity for an active social life and
that there are people who care for our seniors. Nice.
I don’t think it is all nice however. I noticed a lot of ads
from people who are willing to pay “BIG MONEY” for watches, silver and gold,
stamps, antiques, firearms, books, magazines, records, china, toys and antique
furniture. I am sure that some or all of these people are reputable, and there
is a need to downsize. Why not make some money from the stuff you have
collected over a long life? I’m just not a trusting sort I suppose. I have some
things of value that I wouldn’t mind selling, but how can I be sure that the
dealers are on the up and up? I suppose that if they are advertising in this
paper then they have been vetted to some degree.
I guess I am just not ready to part with my things. I picked
them up because for one reason or another they appealed to me and they still
have that appeal. I probably will never want to part with them. I know I’ll
have to at some point, but it is going to be a tough thing. You see, I am not
entirely sure that I can’t take it with me. What happens if I show up at the
Pearly Gates and Saint Peter asks me where all of my stuff is? I’ll explain
that I was told I couldn’t take it with me and when he asks who told me that,
the only answer I will have is “They”. How embarrassing!
Maybe that is where the idea of reincarnation comes from. Perhaps
people are just sent back to get their stuff and when they arrive back on earth
it has all been sold or put in the dumpster. Now they have to start all over
again as a baby and live their life collecting things that have meaning to
them. Maybe the people that are so into antiques are just trying to get their
old things back. By the time they go through their life again they forget why
they are here and foolishly listen to “them” who say “You can’t take it with
you.” This starts everything all over again…
No, I’m keeping my stuff and I’ll let the kids argue with
Saint Peter over who gets what.
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