... since I posted in my blog. It's face book you see. I sort of got face book, then I left face book... it was so boring, or so it seemed. Then I got bored and gave it another go. It can be so addictive. It's like the hip place to be. Or maybe one can do My Space. Why would one want to have one invade "My Space". I mean my space is my space. I thought that was some place I went to get away from people so that I could have something that is just mine. That is my excuse. I got Facebook and forgot my blog. I think. Face/space. It seems people either get in my face or invade my space.
So here I am and it is 0430 hours Eastern Australian standard time. Why? Coz Cathy jumped into our bed at one and then I couldn't sleep. I tossed and I turned and I turned and I tossed. At about 3 she went back to her own bed. And I still couldn't sleep. So I thought time to get up and see what the rest of the world is doing, or more importantly not doing. At the same time, it seemed good to look in here and see what I had written last time. Then I got to looking at other blogs I read from time to time and I found this. A now middle aged man set in life. That set me to think why I am doing what I am doing and why move.
Oh, yeah, we moving. Well I think we are. We might be. Up market maybe. Keeping up with the "Jones" maybe. Is that the real reason? And am I so happy and contented? Well, the answer to the last question is yes. I am happy and contented. Christ has provided all we could want and I am contented in Him. Good way to be and one I don't plan on changing any time soon. The Christ life is a good life. Not easy some times, but in comparison with life without Christ it's a breeze. Gee, sounds like I am having a mid life crisis. Maybe I am.
The other question about the Jones; the answer is no. Well, I don't think so. But I have been looking ahead a bit. Well, maybe Christ is causing me too. Anyway that's what I am doing. You see the mirror doesn't lie. I have grey hair and it's getting greyer every day. I am 57 and a little bit. About 8 years away from retirement. That might seem a while, but on the great scheme of things it's a heart beat. By then I will be 65, my wifey will be .... yes we will just leave that alone. Now when I got to thinking about that I thought of what would happen when I shuffle of to greener pastures upstairs. What's my good lady wife going to do then. How will she manage. You see she is going to teach piano. That's the plan subject to change without notice. Christ has a habit of leading us in other directions. Anyway, that's the plan now. That set us, well me to start with - Stephanie later on - to thinking as to whether this house would really cut it when it came to using our home to teach piano privately and for us to live in. Yes, it's an excellent house. On a corner blog, with a school straight over the road and a preschool just down the road and a deli just beyond that.
So does the house fit our present and future needs. Present, yes. Long term? With Stephanie teaching and me getting to be a doddering old fool not driving any more? And what about shopping. Lets look at one thing at a time.
This house has a "L" shaped lounge/dinning room. That's it. That's our inside public and private space. And that is where the piano is and would be. It seems to me that we could really do with two separate living areas. One for us and one for the piano lessons to take place.
And then what about Stephanie's life after Stanley? Would this really do her, considering that eventually there will be no children at home and she really does need to buy food. One cannot live on fresh air. What is here? One small deli that might close down, or maybe not. For the rest she would have to find a shopping centre. Try blind folding yourself and getting around a shopping centre. Not funny.
Then a day or 5 ago Stephanie did a trip down memory lane to our days of living on the Pines Estate when we were newly married and stupid. We didn't know it when we moved there, but it was a drug dealing, rat infested, hoon driving hole of a place. We lived exactly 200 yards/metres from a nice little strip of shops. There was a post office, deli, super market, chemist and hair dresser. Despite me going through a mid life crisis, which when I look back now was depression, Stephanie loved it. She could get what she wanted, when she wanted and had a level of independence that a blind person dreams of. And she says she would like that again.
Add to that the fact we owe a bit on this place, but we could sell our other assets we have and sell this too and buy another place that has a strip of shops near by, but not on the Pines, and be debt free.
The debt free bit I do like. This is my aim. To retire at age 65 with a nice practical house with walking distance to shops and public transport and have a brand new small car.
And her life shouldn't stop with me. She is a good bit younger than me and should Christ tarry, she will out live me by a few decades or more. But I am rambling now.
We are/will look for a new house. We don't have a time line when it all has to happen by. We have 8 years till I retire. Stephanie has got a bit of study to do yet before she starts teaching. But I do think it is time to be looking/planing.
It will be interesting in a few years time to look back on this post and then see what we actually did.
Oh, and I am in Corinthians this week. Where are you?
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