Since the last post I have followed doctor’s orders, mostly, taken my antibiotics and much to my relief I feel much better!. In fact, I went off on a weekend with Yechiel and 58 other men for some MAN time which included much strenuous activity. I’m sworn to secrecy about what that means so I will leave it to your imagination. NO NOT THAT 🙂 I returned wet, dirty, tired and happy to go to a fund raising event for an organization that Yechiel is on the board of, then we drove home and got to sleep.

With minor exceptions we have stayed put here at Jojoba Hills since December. This may be the longest we have been in one place in many years. It feels good. The community is warm and caring and anxious to be of help to each other. The life style is simple yet full of opportunities for culture, hiking, nature, socializing and even playing Bridge. Yes I just got back from an afternoon of bridge with four tables going and I am signed up for a duplicate tournament on Friday. Bet I play a time or two before that. Carol is keeping very busy with things that interest her.

Some things we have learned along our path. You had better like as well as love your partner. We spend way more time together, just the two of us, then we ever did in Rochester. We need much less stuff than we ever thought. As we are moving some stuff from the coach to our shed, much is going into the “donate” pile. Why do we need two winter coats when we seldom have call for one. We have much more luxury than most would think possible in our motorhome. The destination is the journey. We may be staying put for a time, but it is our choice. We could pull in the slides tomorrow and head on down the road. The only limitation is our flight to New Zealand, a trip we have chosen. I look forward to resuming the road in June and leaving our wonderland until November (or whenever). I guess I had best add, be ready to change plans and to move on. Time seems shorter now, planning for big trips 10 years out does not seem reasonable. We need to do them sooner, we can always rest if necessary.

I am not being morbid, just realistic. Over the weekend a 63 year old said he only had 20 years ahead of him. I said “don’t limit me!” or yourself. The president of Jojoba Hills is 81 and looks my age, I’ve been accused of being in my 60’s when people see us on the move or dancing.

I guess I have scattered enough ideas around for one post. I look forward to hearing comments from many of you on how you are going about this aging thing.