The Little Drive

People hardly take a drive anymore.  When I was a little kid, it was a common thing, almost a hobby to get out and roll down the windows, feel the wind in your face and drive.

People have more labor-saving devices, but seem to have less leisure time than ever before.  It's like some folks are on a treadmill and have no idea how to get off.

We're thinking seriously about putting our house up for sale next spring and purchasing another house with less land but definitely flat land.  It's a gut-wrenching decision because we like where we live but it's definitely getting to be too much -- more so for my husband than for me. 

It's time to think about making the change before we simply cannot do it.  And we don't want our family to be unduly put out by a move either; in other words, we want to be able to haul loads of stuff to the "new" house and set up things if possible.  We'd hire a mover to get the big pieces though; that's a given.

So today on our way back from getting some bird seed and some cat litter, we went for a little ride to see what else is out there.  I've been doing searches for a couple of years now to survey the real estate world in our area.  So we went to a couple of places that we'd preliminarily identified as good potential picking spots. 

It went okay.  Nothing much was for sale though.  We saw a lot of really small ranch homes and ours is around 1620 square feet on the first floor.  Honestly, I'd hate to go much smaller than that.  I guess it's kind of what my husband said, "It's about the floor plan."

So after driving around for a while, we decided to return home and think about having lunch.  As we pulled down our driveway into the familiar sights of home and our lovely wooded lot, it hit both of us at the same time -- it's a difficult and troublesome decision.

My husband sighed and said, "Maybe we could just contract for someone to come and plow the snow."  In other words, stay put. 

As I'm mulling that over, it might work.  We'd need some kind of easier way to navigate getting up the driveway to where we could park a car on the level area above, get someone to plow on a regular basis, and I might be agreeable to it. 

There really is no place like home. 

Sorry this is late today; I was off in la-la land and forgot.

Our Lenten quote for today is:

“Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it finds its rest in thee.” - St. Augustine