Sal and I left paradise on the 30th. Headed south in anticipation of our first grandchild’s arrival. And, as a bonus, to help out with Sal’s elderly parents (90’s), one of whom just had surgery. Weather was good. The drive down island was easy……we were basically relaxed and ready for ‘family’.
We are very fortunate, the southern branch of our family is pretty sane and pleasant. Not all family is. Some are nuts (don’t get me started). But this was gonna be good. We were happy.
It is now Thursday and in less than a week I am already a nervous, bloody wreck. Sal is not 100% either. She contracted some kind of lethal cold on day one and, of course, I (the innocent bystander) am now congested collateral damage. Good weather did not translate into good health. We are a smidge under the weather but, really, we are not wusses and that alone did not do us in.
Grandchild is still pending, clinging like Velcro to comfort, warmth and regular dine-in meals – clearly not ready to jettison the pod just yet. Every day adds a bit of intensity. I am highly susceptible to all things obstetric and find myself vibrating at a higher frequency as the days go by. Sal and DIL (daughter-in-law) are fine but son is a bear. I don’t blame him. After all, it is all his fault. And he’s feeling responsible. That’s a good thing. Me? I’m just a nut!
I figured I would look around for a new boat while I was down here but an interesting phenomena is being revealed to me. Old people are slowly being eased out of the marketplace and, after awhile, inflation-creep and cost of living passes them by….they are ‘out of sync’ with the rest of the world. I am old and now out of sync. No longer hip.
What I think should cost $8.00 – I then adjust for the ‘creep’ to allow me to rationalize $10.00 – the ‘seller’ is asking $14.00 and is prepared to accept $12.00. But that $2.00 difference is a kind of generational/market/rat-race/different-era value-gap that makes both of us feel we can’t go further in the deal.
I feel as if I have stretched as far as my ego and wallet will allow and the younger seller (whose ego is always larger but who also has a huge debt load) feels that they have dropped as far as they can, too. So, shopping for big items is made more difficult. Small items, of course, are mostly absorbed/ignored/accepted even tho the percentage is the same. A $20.00 hamburger seems almost normal to me now. C’mon…..?! A TWENTY DOLLAR BURGER!!!
(Breathe, breathe, breathe……..drink heavily later……..)
And then some dickhead shoots 500 people in Las Vegas, Trump disses the hurricane-damaged victims of Puerto Rico, Kim Jong Un disses Trump and Trudeau continues to play silly-pants in Canada. Is it any wonder I am getting more tense?
Of course, this is the way it is now. The new way. Up is down, lies are different kinds of facts and the safest place to be in the city is on the ground and ON THE GROUND NOW! Politics is mad, the media is suspect, the cost of living is officially low when the real cost of living is obviously so high that most people under forty can’t even afford a modest home. Large numbers of people can’t afford their own cars or gasoline but still buy illicit drugs (and die) and that,too, is being touted as the new normal. No one can afford to live in Vancouver anymore unless they have shares in a money-laundering scheme and I left paradise for all this!
How crazy is that?