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
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This blog generally trends towards a lighter look at the oddity that is my life, but as we approach the anniversary of Bunny’s passing, which was the impetus for this journal, there are a few things I feel the need to write down. Don’t worry, there will still be some posts providing the chuckles, but
Sheila is gone, departed for Brownsville, TX for the week. I usually take the trip with her but we decided we would hold onto our dog-sitting favors for a real vacation and not blow it for the sake of Brownsville, TX. So, for the first time since we became an “us”, we’ll be apart for
Sheila was going through closets and getting out her spring clothes when she found two Tommy Bahama silk shirts that her husband, Frank, had purchased before he passed away. Frank was a much, uh, trimmer guy than me so it was surprising to see that he had shirts sized XL. But I assumed he had
Sheila: “Would it be okay if we didn’t have yogurt this morning and eat one of the donuts instead?” Me: “Sure!” Okay, some clarification here … Our normal routine consists of waking up and having the first cup of coffee in bed while watching the morning news, followed by a yogurt before we get the
“Did you follow the instructions?” Sheila asked as we stared at the non-functioning parking meter machine. Of course, no, I didn’t, but it was irrelevant since the machine was, quite obviously, broken. Luckily, the sign next to it proclaimed that we could use the app on our phone to pay for the space, just in
“You shoulda seen it, Rayleanne, you shoulda seen it with your own two eyes, this Yankee just paid $22 for a pair of socks! Walked right up to the clerk girl, slapped them socks down on the counter and never blinked when she told him they were $22! That sumbitch charged ’em, too, can you
“When I retire I’m going to _______ ”, how many of us have said this on more than one occasion? I know I have, far too many times and today is the day that it is actually official: I am retired and I can now do that “(fill in the blank)” for real! A ton
I’ll actually save the information about the new bass until the end of this blog posting, mostly so I can end on a positive note. That being said, let’s do the Jersey thing and start negative … You don’t get much more “Jersey” than this picture! Have you noticed how everything is, all of a
We just spent a few days with Beth & George at their sort-of new home in Aiken, SC. Aiken is a small equestrian-centric town deeply soaked in history, particularly as it relates to horses, polo, and fox hunts. George was a wonderful tour guide, growing up in this area left him well prepared to show
Jersey to Georgia 