She has the real estate blues again looking for waterfront vistas. Perhaps we should buy a sailing craft and tour the islands we sometimes dream about visiting The craft would have to have a large galley.
We could manage such a life for a few years;yet we would need to be able to return to our landlocked island in Pikeville where her trees make the air sweet,and the sound less intrusive. Our new bridge is a destination worthy of contemplation.
Would we be chum for new age pirates who feed upon older citizens without missiles to protect them? A trip down the in land seaway might be a way to test our sea worthiness.
She wants me to learn to dance to latin american rhythmns in my senior years. That kind of bodily contact and foreplay would suffice and who knows what the back beat might stir.
