So, the poll is in: the majority of the advice is ‘be yourself’. The second one is: ‘be yourself off the grid’. So, we aren’t going fictional. We aren’t doing a mystery. No how-to. Back to Dave and Sally frolicking OTG. Great input.
OUR LIFE OFF THE GRID – The Geriatric Years
Which reminds me of a small problem….we don’t frolic much anymore. Oh, we gambol like the little (old) lambs we are now and again. We jump for joy (or because of a bare wire shock or a sharp point intrusion on the skin) once in awhile. Sal jumps. I might convulse or go into spasm. We even skip the trail lightly on a lovely day (well, Sal does. I lumber down the trail ponderously like a hungover hippo but I am happy despite all indications otherwise).
The point: we aren’t as much into the ‘doing’ heroically as we were ten years ago. Sal refuses the high tower competition, for instance. I can’t get her to climb up the tower for love or quilting supplies. She is balking at any more construction, too. We both still seem OK with the chopping and schlepping but even that is being done without our usual smiley happy faces on. But the nice faces come back when we have tea break. Our desire to risk our physical well-being to add to the empire has waned somewhat. What was once a grand adventure is now a grand lifestyle. Which is still very good. We want this but we want it now without working too hard.
We are very lucky. We managed to put in the time when we could. We did what we could when we could. We kept at it for as long as we could and we are 90% there with only a second bathroom and the greenhouse to finish. Oh yeah…the lower funicular still has to be wired up when the motor controller comes. But I think we cut it kinda close, to be frank. Age is catching up. We did all that when we could and we know that because we are not as good or energetic at it as we were. We get tired.
This year was the first year I felt old.
I am NOT old. But I felt it. I don’t like that feeling. I preferred last year. Or the one before that.
We went to town for a shop when the storm was blowing full-tilt the other day. And, we came home yesterday with it all when it was dark and as cold as 7 of 9’s smile. And everything felt heavier to carry (mostly because it was – we packed heavy this time). We got in to the house with a temperature of 6C and it has taken til now to get it warm and comfortable. It’s blowing November chills at about 20-25 mph and Sal went to bookclub today in the boat picking up a few locals on her way. And all of that is just fine. We love that. Wonderful, actually.
But the point is: it was all just a little bit harder. It is getting harder because we are getting older. It is NOT the adventure that has become harder, it is we who have become wussier. We are feeling it.
Feeling it is another way of saying ‘feeling alive’ and that is 90% still the reason for it all. But I knew I would get old or die trying and that meant that I had to plan ‘assists’ and aids for when I needed them. And I could really use that lower funicular right now. But it will come. It is close. I am smidge late on that but not by much. And I can still do everything and will likely be able to still do everything for a few years more even if I do not have the funicular and other physical aids to help me. We are still healthy. We are not infirm. We are good.
But I want it to stay that way for as long as possible and that means getting in the aids and the assists as soon as possible. Time marches on and my marching days with heavy loads are drawing to a close. Time to finish up the empire so that Sal can quilt and I can do what I do best……
…which will be my next goal – to find out what that is.