I have previously written about my weight challenges and the steps undertaken to get rid of the excess me …. I was WELL above 340 pounds with a darn good argument to be made for 360 at my peak. I hit my lowest weight (as an adult) in early fall of 2016 at 233 pounds, at
I’ve been a musician my whole life, had a modicum of success (in a “small-fish-in-a-tiny-pond” kind of way), now enjoying retirement where I don’t need to accept lousy gigs just to pay the electric bill, and over all of those years I’ve met, played with, listened to, and been inspired by a great number of
Most people wouldn’t gravitate towards the bass when given the opportunity to learn to play a musical instrument. Guitar? … sure, who wouldn’t want to get the chicks. Drums? … a whole lot of people just love the thought of smashing something with all of their might and getting paid for it. Violin? Piano? Flute? …
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
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
Jersey to Georgia 