Adventure in our senior
years whistled come. We traded the windswept prairie all white with snow for
lush tropical forest with papaya, banana and mango.
Familiar comfort, people,
Midwesterners like ourselves, the same accent, all the things we liked, and
didn’t like about ourselves, don’t discard lightly. The waitresses at the Silver
Dollar Restaurant poured our coffee as we got out of the car. “What’ll it be,
the usual?” Tidbits shared with a smile or a nod. These everyday moments cling,
texturizing my life. We won’t say we were bored, no, never.
My God, to think about,
running off someplace totally strange, well not totally, but close enough to
cause friends to wonder what the hell possessed us. Life as a respected dog
trainer with a kennel and all that gave me great pleasure for many years. A
tractor, a bobcat, a few buildings filled with guy toys; what man isn’t happy
in spite of himself?
Kirt and I are well balanced.
My life has been running away from or to something, screaming; screaming what depends
on the day or year. Conservative Kirt mastered the “what if” cautious approach
early in our marriage. I know how to get something to work and he tells me why
it won’t, or shouldn’t. I hate it when
he makes good points.
For more than a decade we
talked about retiring to New Orleans, where we have friends and family. I love
New Orleans, thank you Grandma! The very first time we landed in San Juan Kirt
exclaimed, “This is where I’m going to retire. I’m going to live here!” My
other half heard from and noted without more thought than of pigs flying. On
Sundays my grandmother and I walked the streets surrounding St. Louis Cathedral
in New Orleans looking in shop windows. She asked me questions about school, my
friends, what I thought about this or that. What I thought; what a concept! How
much would you want to re-visit that?
Come on, that’s home for me.
Always listen when the
quiet man speaks. Kirt usually supports me doing whatever I want, so when he
has an opinion I honor it. We went to look at property. Bienvenidos a Lago Guajataca.
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