I had a lot of time to think this
weekend because I was ill. Here is how one conversation went – in my head:
Lightheaded
me: So, you need to decide. Do you want
to retire near the ocean or in the mountains? Which is more important?
Me: I have
vertigo right now. Do you seriously want me to make an important life decision
when I can’t think straight?
Lightheaded
me: Why the hell not? It isn’t like you
have made that many great decisions clear headed!
Me: Huh. Well
then, let me throw this out. What about a lake – it is still water – surrounded
by mountains.
Lightheaded
me: Good call, good call. But I am not
clear on whether it is the water or the wave action you like.
Me: Can you
leave the wave action out of it for now. I am about to barf.
Lightheaded
me: Sorry. I know you want to be near
your sister, and if you choose the ocean I know your sister would be right there
with you.
Me: Retire
with my sister? What about my husband.
What about her husband?
Lightheaded
me: You and your sister are half Stiteler, you are going to live forever. Your
men are moot. They will probably be long gone. If not, we could take them out.
Me: What?
Wait a second.
Lightheaded
me: NO! Make plans now! DO IT! Call your sister! Plan it out!
Me: Ummmm…just
a second…Let me go get my vertigo medicine…