Grandson Hudson’s artistic depiction of our wedding I was wrong and I have no problem admitting it. I truly thought that getting married wouldn’t make things any different between Sheila & me. More about this later, but, I was wrong … It was a nearly … no, not nearly … it WAS a perfect day
Category: dating
Most of the people that read this blather I call a blog (and that’s quite a hefty number, surprisingly) are either old, like me, or at least in a pretty long term relationship (no, not 4 months … real long term, like years and years) (when did dating for 4 months start to become so
Sheila, being fabulous in NYC! Our engagement celebration vacation ended just in time before we ran out of steam! Sheila remarked that it seemed like we were away for a very long time yet it had only been 6 days. But 6 days away is: Sunday – Working on the House We flew into Newark
4 of Sheila’s 5 Grandkids It’s the 4th of July 2017 and we’re about to head out for a party at Gina’s house in Cedartown GA. Gina has a ranch, replete with horses, goats, ducks, dogs, cats and other assorted animals. I think this is a pretty big affair, lots of friends along with the
Sheila and I were in Oregon a few weeks ago for one of her business audits. I have previously posted in this blog about some of our Great NW exploits (ticking off multiple hipsters in the process after besmirching the character of the Portland/Vancouver region … oh, well …) but never really finished the
Have you noticed how frequently the symbolism of two lone chairs is used to depict an aging couple? Usually for retirement, occasionally for “active adult living”, even for old-people-intimacy concerns (although that is usually two old people sitting in two bathtubs that are side-by-side in a field, for some reason) (if you’re going to be
I’ll admit it, I just don’t get it! What is the big deal about Portland/Vancouver? With all due respect to those who live in that area and love it, I seem to be missing the point. I mean, if I want urban blight and congestion and artificially inflated prices I’ll go to NYC, at least
There are a lot of you that routinely read this blog (for reasons I don’t fully understand, but really appreciate nonetheless), so it won’t come as a big shock that being with Sheila has completely changed my life in every good way possible. Those who know us personally (family, close friends) are likely familiar with
Dedicated to Bunny Goode, July 13, 1945 – May 25, 2016 It was just a scrap of fabric, as best I could see. A scrap of fabric jammed into a pile of scraps on a shelf full of fabric pieces of all sizes. If the scrap had fallen to the floor I probably would have
Sometimes you can just smell the stink of impending failure permeating the otherwise pleasant bouquet that is your life. Such is the case with my upcoming trip to Jersey to begin the process of closing down the Spotswood house and getting it on the market for sale. What, on the surface, seems like a relatively
Jersey to Georgia 