You might remember last year about this time when I was looking forward with dread at turning the ripe old age of 60. It’s seems every time I turn over a decade, bad things happen. So, as you can imagine, I was less than enthusiastic about this. Well, as of yesterday, said year is over with and I am no longer 60. So let’s take a trip back and see what kind of a year it was.
Things started out quiet enough. There was the usual financial issues but said issues have been plaguing me all my life. You get used to it. The holidays came and went without fanfare. One of the things I was worried about was the possibility of losing a loved one, namely a family member. No one in particular, I have several up north all well over the age of 80 but everyone is still going strong. One uncle just has his 91st birthday a few days earlier and while he has been slowing down, he is in good health overall.
Nope, all my loved ones made it through fine, well, all my human loved ones. Things got turned upside in February when I lost my beloved KC. She literally died in my arms and it knocked me on ass. 12 years we were together from the moment I rescued her as a small kitten to our last moments together. Her death started a chain reaction of events which I am still regretting today. I still have not been able to get over losing her.
A few weeks after I lost KC I gave Charley up. We had 10 years together and even though she was always being bullied by KC I did the best I could for her. I have not heard anything more since I gave her up so I don’t know what became of her but I miss her all the same. I know I can’t get either of them back but still, there is a big vacant hole in my life since I lost them. Cat withdrawal is not fun.
In the midst of my grief and pain I decided to sell the Free Spirit and prepare for a land life with the hope I might be able to travel. In retrospect, I probably should have tried to stick it out on the water. After I did sell the boat I wound up where I am now, stuck in a trailer trash situation with a landlord known for his drunken binges, and assorted hangers on. July and August were pure hell with all the shenanigans and I was powerless to get away. It was one of the lowest points of my life since I moved to the Keys and I will not go through it again.
For the moment things have quieted down and life is somewhat normal here but I really need to try and find something more better. A run to Hawaii is just out of reach for the moment. Boats are unaffordable for me which is a shame because there have been some really nice deals lately. All I can do is muddle through and try to make the best of things. But there is not a day which goes by where I don’t check the ads for a deal on another place, another boat, a cheap airfare, or something else.
It’s not all bad though. I see a distant light out ahead. One more year and things should improve dramatically. If my cunning plans work, and we don’t have too much of an economic upheaval, I won’t be wealthy, but I will be able to come and go as I had planned originally. I just have to stay the course and be ready.
The upside is I am no longer 60 so I don’t have to worry. I know, I know. It’s all in my head. I’ve had far worse years when I wasn’t turning a decade. Don’t even think of asking me about 1968 nor 1995. Now I can move on and work towards making the next decade a good one. The rest of this year looks to be pretty benign financially. As usual, spring will bring some difficulties, but by next summer I should be ok. I would rather not waste another year sitting here on my ass but if an opportunity arises to make a change for the more better I will jump on it.
60 was rough. It hurt me emotionally but I was expecting something bad to happen. I just wasn’t expecting what did happen. Such is life. Time to move forward.