Rain poured from the gray sky above. I peered through my wind-shield wipers at the road ahead. I wonder what new leaks I’ll find at home, I thought. I was already dealing with a furnace on the blink. What would break down next? I lived in a cabin that was 120 years old and showing every bit of its age—just like me at age 66. The doctor’s appointment I’d just sat through confirmed it. Neither of us was getting any younger, and that thought had begun to terrify me.
Turning a corner, I tried to remember the enthusiasm I’d felt when I first saw the cabin 20
