Such Problems

"Such problems," as my mother used to say. I could have been born with no arms and no legs. I could have been born in a country where women can be stoned to death, set on fire, beaten for disobedience to husband or parents. Oh, wait a minute, women in the U.S. do indeed get beaten by significant others. Murdered even, what was I thinking...

2001 game plan: move into Senior complex when I reached age 55. Who knows if Seniors are quiet neighbors; maybe they blare televisions when awake due to insomnia because they are hard of hearing. I played music loud on car radio when I was young. But not so loud it would set off car alarms as I drove past, not that people had car alarms in those days. Definitely never played music so loud on car radio that floors in people's apartment building, across the street vibrated.

That particular issue was solved when offending neighbor was evicted. Rumor was they dealt drugs which accounted for the constant flow of idling cars playing ear-splitting, floor vibrating music daily. Such problems.

2001 game plan: take early retirement at age 62, buy a van to live in and travel around the country; see all the places I have never seen ~ Grand Canyon, Yellowstone, Seattle, Florida to name a few. My Universal Care retirement income, plus earned Social Security benefits would pay my way. Would visit all those people who used to ask me to come visit, mostly family, living in other states. Follow the sun, that is, the heat. Winter far away from Pennsylvania where the grandkids, son and daughters reside.

Sleeping in vehicles at rest areas while traveling across the country is not fun, but would have been able to afford stays at Motel 6's and weeks at relatives, plus park at campsites to hike and explore areas. Make up for a lifetime of basically no vacations.

2001: no-cholesterol diet, inline skating, agressively caring for gums due to gum disease, think I would be healthier today if my game had not been interuppted by other people's agendas.

I try not to think upon that when neighor's noise starts getting to me. Can not change it, nor fix it, no sense crying over spilt milk, as the saying goes.