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.
Scorecards from both my Aces as well as crappy Top Flite proving you don’t need an expensive ball
How about a sports story this week? I spent last weekend up in Tahoe on a golf trip with my wife and another couple. We were all celebrating our wedding anniversaries, (as mentioned in this story). The weather was very cooperative and we all had a great time.
Written about in this story, (link), my dad was a really good golfer who carried close to a zero handicap for all of his life. He never had an ace, a hole-in-one though. I am a so-so golfer, but luck has certainly shined my way in the game of golf. It’s better to be lucky than good, right?
Being alone, without a spouse, has elements of what it might be like to be in prison; I read a lot, I write a lot, I lift a lot of weights, do a lot of aerobics and take lots of cold showers. Thankfully, no one makes me bend over for the soap. Continue reading →
Well I did it, I am no longer an Uber Virgin. You heard me right, I just took my first Uber ride. I flew down to Phoenix, mainly to attend a concert. One of my oldest son’s favorite bands is Guns N Roses and so he invited me to attend with him.
It seems that it never ends, threats of life ending that is. Very early in this story telling escapade, I shared how I somehow escaped death as a 7 year old when I was struck by a school bus (link). I have a few of these stories to share and I was hoping that there would not be any new ones, but here I am, getting ready to share one that happened just the other night.
According to the NSC, the odds of any of us dying with the cause of death being a car crash, is 1 in 112. Apparently that statistic does not include me because I’ve had a couple of accidents that could have ended this way. I guess I’m destined to be one of the 1 in 7 who will die of heart disease or cancer; oh joy.
I have a lot of notes on my iPad for future stories; things that happened or topics I want to document, basically everything I can remember and anything I think my kids might like to enjoy reading after I’m gone. This story is being started the night before a Wailin’ Jennys concert in Grass Valley, California. California has a lot of small towns whose residents support the local arts and artists. Grass Valley does a decent job of attracting a few major names, (oh, and it’s home to Kenny Bania of Seinfeld – we saw him open for Paul Reiser there). We also saw the Jennys two years ago at The Crest in Sacramento and fell in love with their voices.
Music means a lot to me. I’m sure it doesn’t mean as much as it does to people who make their living in the business, but according to Marilu Henner one of our senses are dominant in that it the dominant sense aids our memories. When I read her book, (Total Memory Makeover), there was a test that helped me determine which of my senses was the guiding sense. My son Tim’s was smell and my wife’s was touch. Mine was sound. My taste for music is wide, but not necessarily what you might call eclectic. I like most from Bluegrass, like Alison Krause, to Eminem. I confess that I don’t like most rap, but I do like Eminem.