This month, I thought I’d write one about how to keep growing up. On our free TV the other night, I caught the old movie “Invasion of the Body Snatchers” with Donald Sutherland. The novel originally came out in 1955 and there was a movie the following year. That was before my time, but the remake with Donald Sutherland came out in 1978, the year of my marriage. Continue reading →
After I finally managed to earn my Associates Degree in the correspondence program, I took the next step towards furthering my personal journey of educational osmosis; I enrolled in one of the most prestigious evening college Bachelor of Accounting programs in Cincinnati. Ok, you got me, it was the only evening option available to me. But hey, I didn’t just earn a degree, the degree was just part of the deal. Icing on the cake conversation osmosis; things I will never forget.
My wife chose a good time to be out of town. Tuesday, (yesterday as I’m writing this), we came close to a record high here in the Phoenix area – 119. It was so hot that even the bees decided to take a swim in our pool.
In my last story, (link), I had gotten a promotion to Store Manager at the Hamilton Taco Bell and was told that I was the second youngest store manager in the Taco Bell network at the time. My Supervisor, (Larry), had very quickly given me lots of autonomy and lots of authority.
In kim saga grand finale (link), I completed the little mini documentary I had been writing about my early love life with my girlfriend, and wife to be. An aspect of my life that I skipped over in those saga episodes was what I’d refer to as my ‘managerial experience’ with Taco Bell. This is that story, Part One.
I’ve been busy, very busy. I had been writing and sharing a story each and every Sunday for more than three years. For the past many months though, my focus has been against a couple other more pressing priorities; namely, getting our California house sold. Then of course, there’s the nearly overwhelming job of getting my wife to downsize so that she could squeeze into our AZ home. Always being a meticulous planner, I had been planning this transition for a couple of years. California is a beautiful place, but unless you’re born wealthy, wanting to work all your life or wanting to join the millions there living off of the social welfare systems, it’s not a very good place for retirees. Like many retirees, I took on my very first part time, (seasonal in my case), job. I just finished up my very first season as a tax preparer.
Fun Loving – How I Hope we are Remembered (not like F’ing Amateurs)
I think I’ve written this a few times in my stories but here it is again – I’ve always been a long term planner. I think my desire to put together a long term plan and then stick to it all began as a very young teen as I was watching my parents go through the difficulties associated with bankruptcy. So now, here we are in Arizona; golfing, hiking and biking every day.
I have bad teeth. At least that’s how I feel. It’s probably more likely that my teeth are average. I happen to live with a person, (my wife), who has very strong teeth; only one tiny cavity in her entire life. Me? At least a dozen cavities, a half dozen caps and two veneers. I’m a dentist’s best midnight dream.
Just this past weekend, (as I am writing this story), I finished up driving our little red sports car from Sacramento to Phoenix. The car is a 2000 Mazda Miata with still under 30,000 miles on it. Believe it or not, it even still smells like a new car inside. I had burned one of my favorite James Lee Burke audiobooks onto cd and this really helped to keep me alert during the 14 hour drive. For extra company, I had purchased some D cell batteries for my Sirius Sportster ‘boombox’. While I was down in Phoenix, I did get an opportunity to take in a round of golf. I hooked up with a very nice Canadian couple for the round. As I was trying to add to our conversation topics, I was reminded of one of only two of my visits to Canada.
Well….it has happened. We have an offer on our house. It’s not sold yet. We’ve begun the counter-dance that all buyers and sellers go through so maybe tomorrow, (as I’m writing this), I’ll know if our counter was accepted, (and something tells me that this one will fall through). From there, we’ll have another 12 days for the buyers to walk away from the deal, should they have reason. Regardless, soon we will be leaving beautiful, (albeit costly), California; land of the gold rush. Speaking of gold….