|I could do this - for a while|
Before you all get excited I'm not talking about the viagra kind. No indeed. Do you remember the days when we pushed a small, square disc into our computers in order to access data we had saved? I came across two boxes of same while clearing out my study this week. Big son happened to be here and I unwisely asked him in my husband's presence if I could throw these away. Big son just gave me a look, raised his eyes to heaven and said, "Mommy.." as if words failed him. Not so hubby. He got 'that covetous sparkle' in his eye, picked up a couple and exclaimed with joy, "No, some of these are the spreadsheets I used to work with 18 years ago. I think that one afternoon, when I have retired, I might want to sit and go through them". (Grrrr!) However, on reflection, I have to allow him a grieving process, regarding turning his back on his working life and saying goodbye to the corporate world. At the same time, I am cursing myself for not being quick enough to turf out the ancient laptop we still have, which has a slot in which to insert a stiffie. I'll just mentally add this activity to his bucket list. We are still debating the best way to invest our pension monies. Big son had to stick his oar into these waters: why don't we do something we've always really wanted to do? In hubby's mind, this means sell up and buy a small, comfortable boat in which we shall live, moored at the yacht club with an amazing view of Table Mountain and small monthly living expenses when compared to a house. I am not averse to this (being a real townie - there's a great bus route nearby), as long as I have decent ablutions, aircon and 24/7 Internet. Apparently, a lot of people do this. I've always wondered why so many boats around here never leave the harbour.