There is nothing to make one face their mortality like the death of a relative or close friend. And when that person is younger, that really sends a wake up call. I have lived all my life with the knowledge that there are 2 things that are inevitable; death and taxes. Of one thing I am sure is that this statement is correct. Everything that happens in life comes with choices, but not these to things, especially the latter. Taxes are dodged by a lot of the upper echelon, but that old death card is here to stay.
I came into this world a naked little baby with nothing to call mine. Lo, these many years later I set here in a 2400 square foot house with a garage out back of the same size. Every inch of this acre is festooned with sheds, fences, bushes, trees and other "stuff" that I have accumulated. The house is a storage area for things I have accumulated over the years. Some of it is good stuff, some collectible, but the most of it is just things I can not bring myself to throw away. I am going to have a giant rummage sale some day. Sure I am! When hell freezes over!
So this morning, when I woke up and looked around, I came to a realization of how this is actually going to play out in real time. Right now I am healthy so I am allowed to live here in my squalor and think I am really important. So that is what I do, but rest assured the day will come when I will either trip and fall down the stairs or up the stairs and hurt myself. I have already fallen up the stairs a time or two, so my fate is sealed. When I hurt myself, as is inevitable, my kids will come and declare that I am no longer capable of living on my own and whisk me off to one of their houses to "take care of me."
All my treasures will be rummage sale items. What does not sell will be donated to some charity. The house will be sold and the proceeds put in an account some where to be used to "take care of me." One of them will put the car up on blocks and stored until I am "able to drive again" which we all know is not going to happen. I have committed the unforgivable sin; I have gotten old. There is no coming back from that disease.
There are actually times when I think about selling the house and moving into a condo in town, but even that is a stop gap. Human beings are frail by their very nature. I shudder to think how many animals I have taken to the vet and dispensed to the Rainbow Bridge. Wouldn't it be nice if that could happen with us humans? Wouldn't it be nice if I could be here puttering today and then just gone tomorrow? Not going to happen. Their are laws against that sort of thing.
So, today is another day to get through on my journey from the cradle to the grave. Who knows, it may actually be a good one! In the meantime, let's just listen to this little song I found over there on youtube! I'll never get out of this world alive!
I came into this world a naked little baby with nothing to call mine. Lo, these many years later I set here in a 2400 square foot house with a garage out back of the same size. Every inch of this acre is festooned with sheds, fences, bushes, trees and other "stuff" that I have accumulated. The house is a storage area for things I have accumulated over the years. Some of it is good stuff, some collectible, but the most of it is just things I can not bring myself to throw away. I am going to have a giant rummage sale some day. Sure I am! When hell freezes over!
So this morning, when I woke up and looked around, I came to a realization of how this is actually going to play out in real time. Right now I am healthy so I am allowed to live here in my squalor and think I am really important. So that is what I do, but rest assured the day will come when I will either trip and fall down the stairs or up the stairs and hurt myself. I have already fallen up the stairs a time or two, so my fate is sealed. When I hurt myself, as is inevitable, my kids will come and declare that I am no longer capable of living on my own and whisk me off to one of their houses to "take care of me."
All my treasures will be rummage sale items. What does not sell will be donated to some charity. The house will be sold and the proceeds put in an account some where to be used to "take care of me." One of them will put the car up on blocks and stored until I am "able to drive again" which we all know is not going to happen. I have committed the unforgivable sin; I have gotten old. There is no coming back from that disease.
There are actually times when I think about selling the house and moving into a condo in town, but even that is a stop gap. Human beings are frail by their very nature. I shudder to think how many animals I have taken to the vet and dispensed to the Rainbow Bridge. Wouldn't it be nice if that could happen with us humans? Wouldn't it be nice if I could be here puttering today and then just gone tomorrow? Not going to happen. Their are laws against that sort of thing.
So, today is another day to get through on my journey from the cradle to the grave. Who knows, it may actually be a good one! In the meantime, let's just listen to this little song I found over there on youtube! I'll never get out of this world alive!
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