Scarves

Day 279: Scarves

Sam and I met a guy from Grand Blanc, Michigan in the resort hot tub yesterday. He said that his whole family - parents, siblings, spouses, grandkids - have been sharing a timeshare at the South Seas Resort, weeks 51 and 52, for decades. Over time, one by one, they each moved to southwest Florida, Naples or Fort Meyers or Captiva. That's how much the South Seas Resort influenced them.

Nothing against Michigan, he said.  But opportunities abound in Florida.

Sam went on a college visit at Flagler in Saint Augustine, and loved it. There's a swimming pool in the middle of their quad, and students string up hammocks in their palm forest all year round. They've got a liberal arts business major, and so he could study philosophy and finance, history and economics. He could get recruited to play soccer, and the girls outnumber the boys three to two. He could live in our little rental house in Lincolnville. And he could have Sunday dinner with his Grandma.

All this serves to revive our fantasies about selling our house in Ann Arbor and moving to a warmer climate by the sea. I've been working for 35 years. What would it be like not to have to get up qand go to work? Would it be depressing? Lonely? Would my life have no meaning? Or would it be a peaceful dream, a continuous meditation, a state of bliss?

Also, Emma is tan for once in her pale, pale life. And taking over my post.

Maybe next time, dear, you can write the entire post and not just one sentence.