Just when Gommy thought the moving bug was over and finished for Grandpa and me.....another move was looming in our future. The whole experience has brought to mind the adage, "You can't judge a book by it's cover". If you were to look at the view from our last apartment on the intracoastal, you would think, "Why in the world would they ever want to move from that Paradise!!!" Wellllll, let Goms tell you why.
When Grandpa and I moved in to our beautiful little beach bungalow, we thought that we had moved for the very last time. The view was gorgeous, it was only a block from the beach and it was just what we had envisioned living in for our 'Golden Years.' Then, the wacka-doodles started showing up and making themselves evident. There was late night prowlings and noises so you couldn't sleep, there were fights loud enough to have the police called in the wee hours of the night, the palmetto bugs were multiplying faster than rabbits ( no matter how much bug spray was used and having to be inhaled by us!), there was the problem with parking, i.e. if it rained, you would have to wade to your car in ankle deep run off water, to go to work. Then, just when it looked like the loonies upstairs from us were gone (evicted actually) and the landlord promised (apparently through her lying teeth) that she would 'screen' the next tenants....a REAL and certifiable looney-tunes moved in the very same upstairs apartment. This time, she was an alcoholic who had many personality disorders and reminded Goms of the movie 'Sybil'. Yikes.....what happened to our 'Golden Years'? There seemed to be some tarnishing of the 'gold' going on for sure.....
Grandpa works VERY hard and he needs his rest to be able to do his very demanding job as well as he does....so we started looking for another place to live. In the meantime, Grandpa has been so blessed with the many tournaments he has booked at his work, that he needed a 'lovely assistant' to help him in the daily details and correspondence that he was becoming inundated and covered up with. Voila'...Gommy to the rescue. So, Grandpas' place of work hired Gommy to be Grandpas' assistant. Perfect! No more working late nights, weekends and holidays. And it turns out, that we found an apartment right behind the golf course and we can WALK to work. How perfect is that?
Yes, we will miss the beach being so close and Grandpa will miss having his cigar while he sat on the dock of the intracoastal, while he watched how the 'other people live' going by on their Yachts.....but the peace and quiet and the closeness to our work well make up for it. And we can always drive the nine miles to the beach now can't we.....no whining here. And as an added bonus, the apartment complex has a jacuzzi that Grandpa just loves to sit in after a hard days work.
So, just remember, that even though the grass isn't always greener on the other side, sometimes a picturesque setting isn't always as serene as it appears to others, on the side you are on either. The same holds true for people. You may think that a certain person is all put together and you wish you were more like them or their family, but more often, the truth of the matter is, they are just holding on by the skin of their teeth and you are probably much better off than they are. That is the old 'book-cover' analogy again. Don't automatically assume someone is better, prettier, richer, happier, etc. than you. They may just be acting, emphasis on 'acting' as if they were better off. And the more someone 'tries' to 'act' as if they are better than you....that is a pretty good indicator that they probably are not.
So, here's to Grandpa and Goms moving to another home and hoping this will be the very last move....AGAIN! From Gommy's lips to God's ears.....In the meantime, we will just enjoy our new place and hope the wacka-doodles don't show up again. Have a great day boys and girls....Be happy and be true to yourselves. Hugs and Mush....Goms
