CAVE DWELLING

Over the past four months I have come to the realization I could not survive as a cave woman. Condo/Cave living is not for me! At least not the type of condo that I am living in at the moment. The cute reference to "CATH'S CAVE" has struck a not so cute chord and I am liking condo life less and less as the year progresses further and further into the winter months of shorter days and less and less day light.  Coming from the wide open spaces of my wonderful open floor plan home with walls of glass sliding doors, windows gallore and skylights to let the day light in from dawn to dusk to this tiny little cave at the back of the building down a long dark hall on the bottom floor where the sun only reaches my one window and tiny patio for a maximum of maybe 2 hours at this time of the year I am starving for sunlight. I feel like a cranky old momma bear wanting to do nothing but eat and hibernate. Thank Heavens my cave is located in South Florida and not in the frozen north or I really would be in trouble.

My daughter is comparing me to a teenager, which is also a good analogy, staying up till all hours of the night, sleeping all day. But I think the problem is because I am a cave dweller.  I am finding I must force myself away from the refrigerator and Netflix and get my butt out the door and into the world or I will probably disappear like a bear until spring. Unfortunately, unlike a bear, I have a refrigerator and TV at my disposal and that is a very dangerous thing !  I seriously don't think you would see bears ever come out of their dens if they had TV and refrigerators stocked with ice cream and Oreo's and milk. That is just a no brainer !  Here I am, dark little condo, nothing to get up for, TV with all sorts of options of things to watch to keep me entertained for a life time and a half, fridge and pantry full of goodies and plenty of toilet paper to last me the winter. No need to leave the cave. Hell, I don't even have to get dressed if I don't want to!

I even sent in my ABSENTEE BALLOT so I don't have to leave the cave to go out to vote on Tuesday.   I only had to walk as far as the mail box at the end of the hall way!  

Cave dwelling is a dangerous thing for me. I better get looking for a different place to live or get some more travel plans in the works.  Maybe the solution is to buy a mobile home and just follow the sun.