FORBIDDEN? NAH. POSSIBLY INADVISABLE

By the time you  can say “Don’t forget my Senior Discount” without missing a beat, pausing for breath, or feeling the least bit embarrassed — there’s nothing forbidden left. You’ve either got no interest in it — if you ever did — or you’re sure it would kill you. Life remains more a priority than doing something dangerous. For fun. Or whatever.

This is a little bit like one of those “bucket list” questions. I don’t have a bucket list. I never did. In the course of life, if I wanted to do something and I could find a way of doing it, I did it. Sometimes it worked out well. Sometimes, not so great. These days, there are things I ponder.

I’d like to go to Paris, but that would mean flying. I hate flying. I hated flying years ago when it wasn’t so bad, but I hate it more now. It would also mean packing, planning, and financing the journey.

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Assuming we could come up with the money — you can always come up with money, but sometimes the cost exceeds the value of the thing — and I could figure out what shoes to bring (don’t laugh … uncomfortable shoes can ruin a vacation) — am I really up for long days of hiking through cobblestone streets and museums? I get tired quickly these days … as does Garry. Exactly how much of it would we do before it became work rather than play?

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And what about the dogs? They’d totally freak out if we were away for weeks at a time. That’s probably why so many of our fellow seniors have stopped having dogs and other pets. We’d rather keep the pets and give up the traveling. It’s a choice. We all need to know what really matters most in our world.

And then … there’s the advisability factor. Right now, I’m on a short run of Prednisone. Which means I don’t itch. My back almost doesn’t hurt, and I have a frantic bubbling energy suggestive of revived youth. Beneath the chemical boost, I feel my breastbone grinding as I move. In a few days, I’ll be off the Prednisone and the energy will ebb. I’ll be back to limping along, grateful to be on my own feet, not in a chair with wheels.

Nothing is forbidden. I could take crazy drugs. I won’t, because I’m pretty sure I’d be happy for 15 minutes followed by dead for much longer. Inadvisable.

What else might be forbidden? Unsafe sex? Really? Is that a thing?

Bungee jumping? Deep sea diving? Taking a go at swimming the English Channel?

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I miss horses. Maybe I could learn to drive a rig? They have some really nice ones up the road at Ironstone Farm. Hitch me up a team of four Clydesdale horses. Then me and Garry — and a lot of leather in hand — could take to the roads. Okay, that might work!

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31 thoughts on “FORBIDDEN? NAH. POSSIBLY INADVISABLE”

  1. I often wonder what dangers we have when blogging, I am sure there are a few somewhere. I am with you all the way, if I did not have to I would not be going to London next week and it will be my last visit forever, although forever is a word that does not always mean what it says.

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    1. It is an irony that at this point in our lives, when in theory, we can go anywhere and do anything and there’s no one to object — AND we have all the time we need — mostly, we’d rather stay home. Where the beds are comfy and the food suits our diet. And the computer has a good connection. Excitement isn’t really … well … exciting anymore. I get excited going out for sushi, though. That’s good. Or getting a nice new lens for the camera. I guess we have just — refocused.

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    1. Funny about that. We did a lot of traveling when we were younger … and not all that long ago. Now, though, traveling IS exhausting and airports are a battlefield. Danger lurks on every side. Everything is a million miles from everything else and Garry can’t hear anything amidst the echoing halls … and I’m not a whole lot better off. If there really WERE a transporter … I’d go. Really. Assuming I could find someone to care of our beasties, of course.

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  2. I’m sorry you haven’t had the opportunity to see Paris. We lived there for a year and only scratched the surface. It is a place you want to take your time to see.
    Leslie

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    1. It’s the one trip I didn’t get to take. I also like long, slow stays in foreign places. When I went to England/Wales/Cornwall, I was there for three months. Garry and I managed to stay in Ireland for at least a few weeks and I was in Israel for 9 years. Paris just didn’t happen. I’m sorry, but I did a lot and don’t feel deprived.

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  3. some folks is gypsies and some is taproots. The secret is to know which one you are, and stick to it. shoot, I even have trouble getting in the car to drive to the grocery store. I never could see much sense (for me, anyway) to going somewhere just to see someone else’s view; if I do travel I prefer to be alone, with a good CD player in the car, and a reason for going.

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    1. I loved traveling alone when I was young. Now, all I can think of is whether or not I’ll be able to sleep in the bed or find a comfortable chair that won’t kill my back.I was never a gypsy. I wanted to go and live in another country and a different culture and experience that — so I did it. I knew I would come home and I knew where it was I called home. I really don’t much like traveling these days. An hour or two is MORE than enough time in the car and Garry has totally lost his taste for long car trips … and even more for anything involving airports. I’m glad we live in a nice place. Being in the country helps a LOT … discounting the moths, of course.

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  4. My one goal when I was young was to stand in Red Square in Moscow. I did get there, and experienced both East and West Germany before the wall fell. My daughter did history and her friends would come around to ask me what it was like. It was strange to experience history as it was happening. Now I am quite content to sit at home on my computer and travel around the world with my blogging friends. Far cheaper, no need to pack or experience bad hotels, planes or boats

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    1. I think those of us who really went and did the stuff we wanted to do are more content now than those who waited because they were too busy and career-involved. I always thought I should do what I wanted while i could because who knew what life had in store? yes, being where history is made is great. I was in Jerusalem for the Camp David Peace Accords and saw Begin, Dayan, Carter … the whole thing. What a time that was!

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  5. I was going to suggest a long road trip with dogs, but you beat me to it. Of course, I was thinking more along the lines of an RV, but the horse-drawn wagon is definitely more romantic. My husband keeps saying he’d love to do such a trip to the West Coast (um, RV

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    1. … um, RV of course) [that darn silly mouse clicked at the wrong moment!]. Personally, I’d rather wait until we no longer have a dog and then stay in nice, upscale hotels – which, of course, is another dream because upscale hotels cost money.

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      1. Money. Always the burr under my saddle. We have enough credit to buy the earth … but after that, the world would have to end because we could never actually PAY those bills. Having great credit without the funds to match make my brain itch.

        I love the idea of an RV … but who’s going to drive that behemoth? You couldn’t even get it in and out of our driveway!

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    2. It’s the old gypsy caravan dream. The open road, everything you need in your little wagon. Except … my back would crumble under the constant bumping and/or vibration. I ain’t the lass I used to be. I’m not sure I was EVER that lass, though I wanted to be her.

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    1. I think by the time we have kids old enough to vote, forbidden is something our doctor tells us. Otherwise, if we don’t know by then what we can/should/ought do or not, we are beyond help anyhow.

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  6. If I were to go somewhere else to visit I’d not want to spend a few days or a few weeks, I’d move in somewhere and put down that taproot. New things have always been difficult for me to assimilate psychologically. We went to the West Coast on business for the Navy Yard here, everyone was told to bring their families, and expect to stay two weeks or up to six months (try packing for that one)–we were out there for nearly two months before it sunk in that we were on The Other Side of The Country. As I watched the sun sink into the ocean one night and I thought, “wait…something is wrong here. The ocean is on the wrong side of the road…oh. ohhhh.” And there was a bit of a jarring inside and then I realized we really were there.

    Only place I ever really wanted to go was Britain, Ireland, Scotland. Much the way you did with Israel, move in and stay awhile.

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    1. If life were longer, I’d have lived other countries too. I really enjoyed culture shock. I found it really interesting. Whether or not it was a disaster for me personally and/or professionally is hard to figure. I guess it was a mixed bag … good, bad, crazy. But never dull and I wouldn’t trade the experience for a better career or a safer life. I think being a tourist leaves a lot to be desired, at least where other countries are concerned. You really don’t learn much about a culture in a typical American-style “see everything in 7 days” vacation. Maybe if you go to ONE city and stay there and really explore, you can dig in a bit.

      I always laugh about the east-west ocean thing. All my ocean sun pictures are sunrises. When anyone says “why sunrise,” I point out “the Atlantic faces EAST, see?” but they still look at me funny.

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  7. After taking two or three road trips a year for a while, I haven’t gone ANYWHERE in the last 14 months. And what a shock… I don’t feel like I’m missing anything! I could write an anti-travel column and advise people how to best enjoy staying home… or never leave their hotel room like when I was in New York.

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    1. Someone did a survey years ago that showed most tourists to national parks never leave the marked walks. I wonder how many travelers never leave their hotel room except (maybe) to eat? We used to get around a fair bit. Not so much now. I think a column on how to really enjoy staying home is actually a great idea.

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  8. Several times this year, I’ve had to acknowledge my age limitations, and it sucks. I knew I’d get older if I was lucky, and health would ebb and flow, but I never really thought about having to cross things out of my life that I really enjoyed doing. Reality bites. I love the horse photo – beautiful. And, if you can figure out that goal, please let me know. I’m interested. 🙂

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