It Will Warm Up
Thu., January 30, 08:55 AM
How do I know this is going to happen? There are certain things that always happen, in just the perverse way of the world.
Despite the warnings of rotten Februarys from one of Husband’s geezer friends, that same geezer sent us the information about the next reunion – in Del Ray Beach, Florida, on February 19.
I was so annoyed that I misread the date and thought it was the tenth – leaving us almost no time to make arrangements. However, Son had said he wanted to go with us, and I simply forwarded the e-mail, which he read correctly. We’re going to take it easy, because I don’t know how well Husband will endure the travel. So we’re going only for a short week. It seems a long trip just to go out to dinner, which is what the “reunions” always amount to. So far, Son – the experienced traveler – is managing everything. He bought the tickets, reserved a car and so forth. I’m saying, “Daddy will need this, Daddy will need that,” and Son is saying, “But what do you want?”
Y’know, I really hadn’t thought that far. I think I want to swim a little, if I can still fit into a suit. I guess I want to see what the area is like, look at the cost of living, etc. I always do that wherever I go. I can’t see myself settling into a senior community, like the Original Leisure Village where my mother lived. I think I’d like to live in a big city again – but then I look at New Haven, and I’m not so sure. But I’m always open to suggestions.
I promised Son that I will look at the area and see where else we might like to go sightseeing. Husband will make a greater effort to do things with Son making the request.
In one sense, I’m not sure why I’m going – except that saddling Son with the Old Man would not in any way be fair. Son took me to California a few years ago, and I left U.D. to look after Husband. She was ready for the psycho ward by the time I got back – and he was better then than he is now.
Nevertheless, this much I know:
- Most especially, Son will see to it that we have a good trip. The hardest part will be persuading him that he doesn’t have to foot the entire cost.
- And just before we depart the cold weather for warmer climes, New England will experience a “January thaw,” only three weeks late. That's so we won't really appreciate the change.
