We walked over to the beach to watch the full moon rise. Even though the temperature reached almost 90° today, the ocean breeze cooled the evening air. God, I love being at the beach, just watching the waves. We sat in Adirondack chairs at the private beach we can use because we joined the Key B Community Center. What lucky, lucky people we are.
My day was filled with learning about Medicare and its various permutations. I joined AARP and made an appointment with their long term care insurance sales person. I also made an appointment with SHINE, Florida's program to help elderly people learn about health care. I printed out the UM information on retirement, and I read Schwab articles about re-balancing our portfolio to manage our wealth.
Then I indulged myself and began thinking what 2020 will be like for us. In January, we will have our annual, and maybe last, cabin camping with old friends, this time at Bahia Honda. Then, Okinawa in February to see our new grandchild, due mid-January. As long as we're that far, maybe visit my sister in New Zealand and stop by Hawaii to see friends in Hilo on the way home.
After watching too many You Tube videos about van life, I concluded perhaps we should buy a motor home and tour the US. We could put the rest of our stuff in storage, pick up our Orlando granddaughter when school is out and go. A summer of bison and canyons. I'll need to start making reservations for the big national parks.
I pitched this idea to Grant as we sat at the beach. The full moon finally came out from behind the clouds on the horizon, glowing gold as if in tribute to the 50th anniversary this week of the lunar landing. What a gorgeous sight. However, even in the glow of the moon path, Grant was hesitant to sign onto my plans without seeing spread sheets of projected income and expenses.
I feel like one of those NASA engineers, trying to think of all that could go wrong with our own moon shot, then coming up with a plan to get us there. At least I have a better computer than NASA, in 1969,ever dreamed of.
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