Twenty years seems significant because, at fifty-eight years of age, I have a good chance of being hale-and-hardy for another 20 years. After that all bets are off. That is what I deduce when I look around at the guys I drink coffee with. The horizons start closing in at age eighty. At seventy-eight they are moving refrigerators by brute strength and cutting firewood. At eighty-two they start hiring kids for the heavy work and are heating with LP gas.
It occurred to me that I really don't have any plans for what happens after Kubota leaves the nest.
He is perched on the cusp of the nest and flapping his wings...and I have nothing.
Being lazy, I asked some people who are wiser than me for guidance. Some are wiser by virtue of life experiences. Others are simply wiser.
One wise person said that they had a twenty year plan but some recent health issues made them do some re-thinking. He was diagnosed with cancer in March and has been staring death eyeball-to-eyeball since then.There are no guarantees that we will have a tomorrow.
Another wise person said that having the last kid leave the house was a little bit like having a spouse die. Everybody suggests that it is a good idea to do NOTHING for the first year after a spouse dies because one's emotions are cavitating. They suggested that I was being too hard on myself. They suggested that I just get used to the idea of our "family" being just Mrs ERJ and me. Six months seemed like a reasonable amount of time to them. Then think about a twenty year plan.
Another concern involves boomerang children. We do have a plan for that. A trailer behind the barn and a separate electric meter.