Sunday, February 26, 2012

Age also seems to lengthen recovery time

I have been very healthy all of my life.  Suddenly I'm 65 and feel frail.  Mostly I feel this way when I am sick with a cold or the "crud" as I have been for the past four days.  I've never been down with something so simple for so long.

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 can't be Me; it must be my Father

Oh my, from time to time reality slaps me and I see not my own face, but my Father's, looking into the camera.

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

Frosty Morning Good for Picking Up Dog Poo

What a great subject, huh?  Fifteen degrees above zero this morning, and it is garbage truck day, so I ventured out into the back yard with a plastic bag and gardening tool to pick up poop.  Ten pounds, (or 20), and TWO bags later, I put my "harvest" into the trash barrels and hauled them out to the road.  Cold weather is best for poop digging, as it is all frozen.  With two dogs in the yard I have trouble keeping up with their deposits.  But their "eliminations" are NOTHING compared to the deer plops outside the fenced yard. Our acre lot has about three deer deposits per square yard by spring time.  I don't try to pick those up; I just scatter them around with a rake to help fertilize the lawn.  Yesterday there was a small "herd" of deer walking on the road, almost in single file, about twenty of them, all Whitetail.  This is a great place to live.  Western Montana and along the Bitterroot River.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Double Valentine

I couldn't find the special Valentines' Day card that I bought for my wife a few days ago, so this morning I had to use a "generic" v-day card that I had in a desk drawer.  After writing out my loving thoughts to her, thanking her for keeping me on the ball with regards to diet and exercise, I located the "real" card and thought, "What the heck," and wrote in that one too.  So she is my Double Valentine today.  I bought a dozen roses a few days ago so she could enjoy them before the V-day event, but I am not fooling her, she knows that the rose is also my favorite flower.
Have a Loving and Thoughtful Day.

Friday, February 10, 2012

What if this was your FINAL Year of Life?

I saw a marquee sign out front of a church today.  "What if you found out this was your final year?"

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.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Age 65 Happy Birthday to me

To me it seems funny that so many of the greeting cards I receive have jokes about age and social security and medicare.   It is important to note that virtually ALL of these cards come from people who are younger than I am.  Now consider my own Mother, who will attain age 85 in four months: her card just praised me for being such a good son, and wished for me that all my "dreams will be realized."  (She doesn't know about my weird dreams.) Twice in her hand-written note she wishes "good health" for me, and now I understand how important that really is toward enjoying our later years.  Yes, I remain in good health. Thank you, Mom, for the good genes. (And Dad too. He is alive and will attain age 90 in just five months.)

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Took Down the Christmas Tree (Feb 4th)

This is the first year in my entire, long (64 years) life that I have EVER kept a Christmas tree up until February.
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.

Coffee and Art

I have tried to cut down on coffee because it makes me pee all day.  When I quit coffee "cold turkey" I had really bad headaches for about two weeks, so now I just drink a single cup in the morning.  Then I drink hot water with lemon, honey and a little cayenne pepper (very little).

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 Weight Scale is Not My Friend

This is a difficult time of the year for me, and I mean every-single-year.  Holiday food gorging comes back to haunt me in the winter months that follow.  And I am a lazy exerciser. I see that we are supposed to "break a sweat" at least three times a week. I haven't done that in three months.  I go up and down the stairs about ten times a day just to go to pee (now that I am retired I drink a LOT of coffee, which I am trying to cut down, but that is another story).

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

Rationing Out My Time


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.

Retired. Officially.

I am now receiving Social Security benefits (USA), and began MediCare coverage too.  So I do feel officially "retired," even though it has been five years since I left my last real job.

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.
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