Category: retirement

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

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

Now safely ensconced in our new-to-us Georgia home, Maddie & me are starting to really get settled in. Truth be told, it wasn’t much of an adjustment since Sheila is amazingly welcoming and makes things so easy for us. And Bella may be the most polite big dog I’ve ever met (and Madison is taking