Snow Bird or Snow Flake

snow·bird /ˈsnoʊˌbɜrd/ Show Spelled

–noun

1. junco.

2. snow bunting.

3. Informal . a person who vacations in or moves to a warmer climate during cold weather.

4. Slang . cokehead.

Never mind that it is a cardinal in the above picture that never heads South. Eliminate the junco and snow bunting, and, yes, even the cokehead, and you are left with a person who travels South when the winds turn colder. Snowbirding never much appealed to me in the past - I much preferred a single residence, and place to stay through thick and thin. I still do. However, my heart is still in Illinois and my family is in Florida. What to do?

The family has purchased a small house in Henderson. Flaky, perhaps. But we feel it could serve as a reasonable investment income as a rental, or home should things go "south" down here in the South. We might flip it if the hassle quotient is unbearable. Henderson is a nice little town only about 3 miles outside Galesburg.

1. Could be a reasonable investment and additional income stream
2. Pretty cheap interest rates for mortgages these days
3. Henderson is a fairly good location
4. This puts our money more to work than a savings account or CD

So, I will be up in the Spring to get the place in order, then re-evaluate what to do with it at that point. That's the Plan.

plan /plæn/ Show Spelled

noun, verb, planned, plan·ning.

–noun

1. a scheme or method of acting, doing, proceeding, making, etc., developed in advance: battle plans.

2. a design or scheme of arrangement: an elaborate plan for seating guests.

3. a specific project or definite purpose: plans for the future.

What can possibly go wrong?

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