Sunday, February 26, 2012
I think it must be related to age. I used to bounce back from illness the way I used to bounce back from injury: quickly, and with a minimum of fuss and self-pity.
My wife has five days off from work, and it is our anniversary to boot, so we plan on celebrating. I just hope that my headaches and phlegmy coughing go away. Otherwise, I won't be very good company.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
This look like a guy drawing Social Security.
Working in the kitchen doing his "chores." I have become my Father.
Medicare now too.
I imagine it won't be too long until the first GREAT-grandchild. I have a granddaughter who will be 20 years old in a couple of months. Hope she isn't in any hurry to start having babies.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Have a Loving and Thoughtful Day.
Friday, February 10, 2012
I guess we are meant to ponder how we have lived our lives, treated our loved ones, and perhaps what we would do with our final year, if we knew. For certain. No doomsayers.
I would disregard all doctor's warnings about anything having to do with my diet and weight. I would again, after twenty some odd years, enjoy a good cigar and a Scotch whiskey. I would enjoy several varieties of chocolate in as many different forms as I could find. I would eat ice cream for breakfast if I were so inclined.
I would spend some time writing letters instead of sending e-mails and texts. I would make sure that my paperwork was all in order, give away my old Navy souvenirs to any family member who would take them.
I would also enjoy luxurious baths, saunas, steams, massages, and pedicures. Perhaps not the pedicures. It really bugs me to have someone touch my feet, and I would not have to put up with anything I didn't like anymore. I don't like broccoli or brussel sprouts. I don't care if they are good for longevity. My final year would be fun. And then I would die.
Labels: end of life
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Saturday, February 4, 2012
This was a new, artificial tree, a six-footer with 400 multi-colored lights that we bought to replace a tree-foot tree we used for the past five years.
We had all miniature ornaments, and most of them were plastic balls that the dogs couldn't break by wagging tails too close to the tree (well, more than CLOSE).
The tree provided such a wonderful ambiance we just couldn't bear to let it go. The best news for me this morning was that it only took fifteen minutes to un-decorate and dissemble the tree (the lights are permanently affixed).
I actually look forward to putting it up next Christmas, or maybe next Halloween, even.
As for the "art" part, I made this charcoal drawing of my coffee mug. My daughter, age 40, looked at the drawing and finally just gave up. "WHAT is it (supposed to be)?"
The Scale says "200 is nearer than it appears." Well, I tell you it is right around the corner and I better do something soon.
Both of my identification cards that show my weight (driver's license and retiree military ID), evidently belong to someone else.
Friday, February 3, 2012
This is a real gutcheck. How do I spend my numerous hours in retirement while my wife continues to work? My days are divided up into Computer Time, Yard Work, Garage Chores, House Chores, Home Improvement, Vehicle Maintenance, and Pet Care. (My Computer Time includes managing finances and investments, fiction writing, blogging, social networking, and game play.) (House Chores include laundry, cleaning, cooking, and shopping.)
I have been really honest in evaluating this "division of labor." Computer Time is 90 percent. All others comprise the other half (thank you Yogi Berra, for that math equation). The rest of the time I read or watch television.
In three days I will be trained as an "Election Judge" for the county and will assist with the four elections to be held here in 2012 (Primary, General, and two school elections). The county will pay me for my time. An actual pay check (as opposed to Paypal income from blogging and surveys.)
Am I pathetic? Pretty much.