It seems ok to relive the road trip...... Surftwin and I hit the road and the first night we grabbed a hotel room where we caught this gem on tv, a retirement home with three levels of care although none of the three were spelled out.
So we came up with what they could be....
Stage 1) You wipe your ass.
Stage 2) We wipe your ass.
Stage 3) God wipes your ass.
Yeah I know....it's a horrible joke.
This thing about hanging around too long is waaaaay over played, sometimes the graceful thing to do is to exit via a long paddle out to sea and into the sunset(that is if you're a Westcoaster of course).
God save me from the alternative......
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the alternative could be living at the gimcrack on the loving care of nursemyra :-)
With my luck, Duc would be my roomie. Oh the horror!
Duc?
I have often had the same plan...
Stated only semi jokingly...
That when the time came...
I'd find a spot I could make it out...
Take a long, long board...
And just paddle into the sunset and night...
That said...
I've spread my Father's, Mother's, Grandfather's, Grandmother's and Uncle's ashes at sea...
Often from the deck of a surfboard...
I'd hate someone to have to deal with my bloated old corpse...
Might be tidier to go with the fire...
Then into the drink.
Doc
it's ok Gaz, all our patients have their own rooms.
Duc would want to be with one of the ladiezzzz if she had to share :-)
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