Wednesday, January 7, 2009

In Minnesota They Play Golf In The Snow With Colored Balls.......

I play golf a lot. At least once a week. That’s once a week twelve months a year. Remember, I live in Southern California. Even when the weather is slightly insane (remember the snow?) it always goes back to “normal” which is warm, sunny and mild. The big golf clothing decision is usually shorts? Or long pants? It doesn’t get much more complicated than that. I have wind shirts of all colors. Most have been worn once, maybe twice. Cold, wind, rain, snow, etc. etc. is not much of an issue in Southern California.

However, my future, those retirement years that we all look forward to, involves moving back East to be close to the family. Who wants to grow old 3000 miles away from those you love? After all, it’s not just anybody who will change your Depends. That takes family and love or else a lot of money. I don’t have a lot of money, hence the ageing process needs to be near family.

Don’t misunderstand. I’m a “youngster” by today’s standards of ageing. I feel great, I’m full of energy, I’m still working, but I worked in healthcare for many years and I now teach healthcare. Therefore, I can easily see the possible handwriting on the wall. I hope I age as well as my mother who is in her 80’s and perking right along quite nicely. I hope to still be golfing when I’m in my 80’s but, just in case, it seems prudent to live near family and loved ones, all of whom are younger than me. I am a planner by nature and this seems like a good plan.

However, all this is really beside the point of this post. The point is, how will I live in a place where “winter” really means winter? Where it’s cold and rainy, or maybe snowy, and the golf courses close down for months at a time?

I can’t imagine not doing outdoor activities whenever I feel like it. We plan outdoor events with never a thought for the weather. The Hollywood Bowl has no cover. Rain? So rare it isn’t an issue. Cold? I have coats, but then I live in the high desert ABOVE L.A. so it does get pretty nippy. I just drive down the hill to “normal” L.A. weather, 45 minutes away, and then we play golf. How will I deal with the phenomenon of real winter for months at a time?

I see a Florida vacation home in my future. Winter golf is a must. I must look up the exact definition of "Snow Bird."

Monday, January 5, 2009

The Creeping Crud and Other News

Well, another rip-roaring New Year’s Eve celebration has come and gone and 2009 is here. The aforementioned celebration involved flannel pajamas, chocolate chip cookies and my mother so that’s probably enough said. I wouldn’t want to make you jealous by describing the big time that we had. Should I tell you that I fell asleep waiting for the ball to drop? Naw, probably not. You’ll think I’m an old fart.

If you don’t see the New Year arrive, did it actually get here?

I have the creeping crud, aka, the flu, the bug or a bad cold. Here I am on vacation with this lovely runny nose and a horrible cough. Not to mention the ache all over stuff. I’m also very generous. I shared. Now my mother is sick. I’m on the backside of this mess now and am actually starting to feel a bit better. By the time I’m ready to go home, I should be back in perfect health. The Kentucky folks will be glad to get rid of me.

I hate flying. All that damn re-cycled, shared, germy air that is floating around in a plane cabin at 35,000 feet is exactly why I’m sick. I have no doubt that someone on that plane shared. And the sharing just keeps going on. Airborne viruses are a bitch.

My Mother’s little dog has decided she loves me. She’s been in my lap, at my side and all over me for days. She sure is different than my cho-co-lata girls. Check her out: Another week in the blue grass then back to CA. I talked to the folks at home in SoCal. It’s colder in CA than it is here. Now how does that make any sense??

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Happy New Year!!

And since the New Year is usually represented by a new baby, I offer you this picture of a beautiful baby to start your New Year off right: