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It's very annoying, not to say inconvenient, not knowing when you will die. For example, my husband and I were planning a trip to Israel for this coming October into November to which I had grudgingly agreed. But finally I blurted out my true feelings: I simply survive all the rest of the year for the exquisite joys of October and November in Maine! Israel is hot then! Why would I sacrifice two weeks of glorious, crisp, spring-in-your-step, cozy sweater cold weather for extra hot weather? What if it's my last autumn?
Mitch saw my point and said we could go next March or April when the weather is not great here in Maine. (It's called Mud Season.) I agreed. But then he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to me but I knew what he meant, "What if we don't make it?" OMG, the man is three weeks shy of 65 and is already thinking he could die before the year is out.
Of course, the truth is we could both die today. I could die before I finish this post. If that happens, those expensive bed linens I ordered yesterday that are scheduled to arrive in a week would be a complete waste of money. And last night at The Gelato Fiasco I would have ordered a larger size instead of the paltry "kiddie treat" that was over in a flash.
If we all knew the date and time of our death we could be much wiser about all our decisions. Like if I have only a month left I would go out today and buy a Jaguar, or maybe that Mercedes I saw on the road yesterday. (It was stunning.) Certainly everyone would benefit from such information.
At the very least we could all use a "due date" like they give to expectant mothers. I guess we could call it a "past due" date. Anyway, you get the idea.
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