Saturday, 28 January 2017

Cherry on Top



I have a neighbor just a few years older than myself who disappears for four months out of every year. Just as the Christmas season is winding down, she and her husband pack up their English bulldog and Siamese cat and motor off to Arizona. They rent a small furnished place in the warm sun and drive back north about the time that daffodils and tulips are starting to bloom. Three-fourths of the year they’re here, tending their garden and enjoying the company of family and old friends. The rest of the time they’re meeting new people and seeing new sights. Best of all, they’re missing cabin fever, temperature inversions, seasonal affective disorder, the risk of a heart attack while shoveling snow, and the chance they’ll slip and fall on the ice. It occurs to me that I may be looking at the perfect retirement. The only question is how to fund it.

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