RAINING

AGAIN IT'S RAINING
Off and on, in May, in April. Does it end in April?

Icebergs are falling apart and melting in warmer ocean waters.

The whales are coming to Baja much too thin. Some speculate that the whales are too many! A whale boom, not enough krill to go around.

I wonder. Anyway, they're now in Baja and I missed one more year of whale watching. How can I miss whale watching when I'm 1/2 hour away from the whale watching? How silly. Next year for sure, I always say. But I mean it today.

T. wants to move. Somewhere less expensive, less taxes, less ocean.
I'll write, I say. I'll write.
He thinks, alright, alright.

He's wrong.
I need to be within 30 minutes of S.F. and the sea.


I'll have to check the 30 mile radius around San Francisco and see what's available. Nothing less expensive, I'd guess. Nothing with lower taxes, I'd wager.

The joys and responsibilities of aging baby boomers.

The older generations used up much social security, now we're going to use up the rest. Definitely not fair for those coming next. They work hard and pay taxes for our ever-shrinking financial support. Something went haywire since it was so carefully planned. Seems like a pyramid scheme to me.

Time for revamping. Will the baby boomers do it? Unlikely. Too selfish. Let's hope the younger generations figure it out and do something. For their benefit as well as ours. It's too selfish for me to leave them high and dry. I couldn't live with the shame of it.

Right now we're being warned by financial people that the best thing we can do for our children is to save. But I want to give. But, they say, then I'd have to live with said children. Who needs an old persnickety woman, stuck in her ways, used to being in charge, needing a special diet and medications and has trouble breathing?

Maybe they'll all come live with me. I'll take a small room. Do laundry, babysit, clean up, be quiet and unobtrusive when they are doing their own thing.

I want to be ready to pass the torch.
I'm practicing to hand over the reins.
I'm psyching up. For offspring I love.