Well, it finally happened. I long ago told Linda that I wasn't going to move again. I told her to tell the next buyers of our home that it came with an Asian gardener. The problem is that I can't really garden effectively anymore. No stamina since Covid. So once again, we had the discussion about downsizing and I finally relented. So we decided to go take a look at condos/garden homes. Now, understand that when Linda says we're going to take a look, it means we're going to buy. An RV, a boat, a couple cars, another RV; well enough said. We come, we look, we buy and sure enough we did. And we both realized at the same time that this one was the last. So we're gearing up to make the last move and decide what we will no longer need in yard maintenance tools and handyman tools and shop vacs and chain saws and on and on it goes.
Today was the Great American Eclipse. And the commentators said this will be the last till August 2044. I'd like to think I can last till then but then again, who knows. It made me think of the one I viewed in the late 1950's on my grandmother's stoop in Wisconsin with my pinhole camera, and the one in 2017 in Indiana. Practically, this one is the last for me.
It's been a year of lasts. The last truck, the last car, my last Facebook message from my friend, my last conversation with my mother. Too many lasts. That's the half empty perspective after 75 years of adventure and thrills and spills that I don't regret for a moment. Each one has contributed to who I have become. I have decided to take the half full perspective which simply means that I have to relish the thrills and spills yet to come. I'm ready for my next last.
