Is There Sex After 60? (Navigating Single Life After 60)

If you have been reading my blog recently you know that I am supposed to move to a new apartment in exactly three weeks and two days.  This is going to be very interesting to see how all of this is going to happen.   As of today’s date, I don’t know where I am going to move.  I looked at two possible rental buildings.  I have already canceled one of the two apartments out. This newly viewed apartment was smaller than my present apartment and it is about the same monthly rental.  I’m looking for less expense, not the same or more. The unit is not in a very pretty area and the parking is $25.00 more than I pay at the moment! This new parking cost would be almost what I paid for the rent of my first apartment, as a single girl in my 20’s, in Chicago, in 1977!

I have been scouring the Internet for a part of each day in the search of a new potential habitat.  So far to no avail.  Not exactly, to no avail…  I have two more units to check out in the next few days.  I have read recently there is an upswing of sales of trailers and campers.  Suddenly I understand why.  It is because it is so expensive to buy and own homes of any size.  Home rentals are difficult because so many homes are rented with the stipulation that the home can be shown by realtors hoping to make a sale. This means that if the house is sold often the renter is giving 60 days notice to leave.  If you are a pet owner this fact also limits the houses and apartments that are for rent.

Did I think as a youth that I would be looking to move to an apartment in my 60’s with one of my sons and two cats and a dog?  NO! I thought that my life would be settled and that I would be retired and my husband and I would be happily visiting my grandchildren.  My life would be cheerful and stable.  Life would be easy without many worries.  If I had to move, my husband and I would make the move together, without much fuss.  Wrong again! I am separated, no husband to help, no grandchildren, and I am the owner of a very small business with no retirement in sight.  Life is full of surprises.

This dilemma actually reminds me of when I was a college student in London.  I remember that I would get a pile of assignments from all of my professors. My last year, before graduation, I had a mountain of work to finish each week.  I had a book or two to read in each class.  I took Irish Writers and I often had to read three or more plays a week.  Most of my professors also required their students to write a paper EACH WEEK, in each class.  I also took Short Story Writing.  I had about six papers to write every week.  Now, I knew that I was going to do the work.  I always turned in all of my work and on time!  There were days when I would sit in my bedsitter (a bedsitter is one bedroom, that often college students rent, in some person’s apartment, usually with the use of the bathroom and with the use of the owner’s kitchen.) I would stare out of the tiny window that looked down on the rooftops of other small apartment buildings surrounding my building, and then I would glare at the piles of work that had to be done.   I wondered, how all of my homework was going to be finished on time? Somehow I knew it would all be done and done by me.  It was like magic.  I knew somehow everything would get finished in the allotted time.  I remember thinking that, “By next Monday, everything will be done.”  Then after an hour or so of daydreaming I would open a book and begin. By the time Monday would roll around, the work was finished and turned in, on time, by me, as if by magic! 

Today, while sitting in my little office in my very nice apartment, (soon to be someone else’s apartment) on the 16^thfloor, with the stupendous views overlooking Denver from every room, I am wondering, again, how in three weeks and two days, my move, will all be done?  In three weeks and two days, I will be directing moving men where to place my white leather loveseat in my new apartment somewhere in these United States of America.  Once again, everything will be done and finished on time.   As if by magic, in three weeks and three days I will be sitting staring out of a window, with a new and different view, with piles of boxes surrounding me, in every room, waiting for someone to open them.  I will be sitting holding a nice big glass of wine and maybe with a plate of cheese and crackers, sitting on my lap, if I can find them in one of the boxes, in my new kitchen.  I will wonder, how on earth, I accomplished all that I accomplished in only three weeks and three days.    It will happen as if by magic, by ME!

 Until Next Week…