The Red Headed Irish Wisecracker and I are entering another phase transition. It is time for us to set up our terminal residence after going through all previous phases of newlywed, parents, job relocation, parents, job relocation, major illness, recovery, empty nesters, downsizing and location central to the grandchildren.
Time to end stairs, setup the basics the way we want and build a new place.
We are abandoning Oregon for the slightly less crazy Washington, still home to no income tax.
So now I am beset with the plague of opportunity to set it up the “way I always wanted” and dealing with backup generators, security systems, what cables to which room, mesh wifi or not and so forth. In other words I am having fun.
I hear the noise on the television, the fake angst and look around and realize that many things are going great.
Jobs are plentiful and a generation is finding the joy of being needed as opposed to expendable, with rising wages.
Medicine is better than ever with advances that creep in without fanfare but change the game. Surgery is microintrusive rather than macro, cancer is a condition you can beat rather than a death sentence for many, emergency care , courtesy of several nasty wars has advanced greatly.
We may even return to the moon in less than a decade.
Awareness is rising that the old institutions like industrial model education, globalism as an economic model and rule by bureaucracy are inadequate to the task of providing prosperity for most.
My optimism remains undimmed. My grandchildren can have a republic, if they can keep it.