In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Doubters Alert.”
It’s horrible getting old. Most of the time, it’s not that bad, and then whammo, something big reminds me that I am not as strong, healthy, or nimble as a 30 year old. Not even asking to be as nimble as a teenager, even reaching the early 40’s might be OK. This weekend, I went and looked at a piece of property. Fascinating four acres in Vista, it was an old bible camp in the 1930’s. Three rental units, one was the parish hall and the other was a house divided into a duplex of 3 bedroom, 1 bath rentals. Plus a stand along garage, an 800 square foot stand alone chapel, six 300 square feet cabins, a building pad, and a shared bathroom unit for the cabins at the top of a hill. Lots of Oak trees, lovely old bridges, a dry stream bed, and incredible vegetation. At the top of the hill, one could build a house with views of the pacific ocean and Palomar mountain. Sounds wonderful except….
This piece of land is steep, really really steep. It’s like going down to the Yuba river. So you step off the 10 feet behind the house and descend about 50 feet on 60% slope. Other side is a bit gentler, but not much. And I can’t walk on the trails. I am too old and my knees hurt too much. It would be foolishness to buy the place. And that’s why I choose this bottle of beer for tonight. IDIOT IPA–the perfect drink for someone who wants to do something stupid.