Downsizing

Baby boomers are screwing up age-old beliefs regarding real estate. We used to sell off the family pile and move to condos, RVs, cabins by the sea. Many of us still do, but a whacking big bunch of us is actually upsizing to have roofs over the extended family moving in. Nana or the grandkiddies or renters are requiring us to have more space not less.

I downsized in terms of having a living room, bedroom, kitchen and bath to myself. But it is actually an upsize since I live with two other geezers who have their own rooms plus we share space in which to socialize and for the menagerie of animals that migrate through here on a regular basis (I hate when it’s time for the caribou … they’re a messy lot).

I was thinking about downsizing in its wider, non real estate connotations.

– I have downsized pets, preferring now to have smaller dogs. Ones I can still manage to pick up and wrestle into the back end of the Mitsubishi on vet day.

– I’ve downsized food servings, usually taking a portion home these days. And the idea of downing a Big Gulp strikes me about as torturous as water boarding.

– My daily operating radius is smaller. I’m not so likely to head for the hills or go out to dinner or see a movie at that art theatre 45 miles away.

– I’ve downsized my cosmetic budget, recognizing that the old saw about lipstick on a pig is certainly true once you hit the age that your skin isn’t so much downsizing as downdiving. Also my shoes are getting bigger, or my feet have downsized.

This is a time when good memories become undeniably more important. I would so much rather remember Machu Picchu than ever have to clamber around it again. You get the idea. As you age, the value of memories actually upsizes. Glad I gathered those rosebuds while I still could.

Go make a memory today.

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A funny thing happened while waiting for Nicholas. He is still in the care of a foster mom who seems to be having trouble letting go. In the meantime, I stopped by the Seattle Humane Society just to window shop. Sure. Meet Matty, the multipoo who will be here to greet Nicholas if he ever arrives. She’s had a bad time of it in her first year. She’s very timid. But she still licked my face and said take me home. That works with men, too.
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