As I’m sitting down to begin writing this week’s story, Christmas has just ended for 2016. This time of the year is associated with a spirit of giving. I’ve always believed that we each receive so much more when we give. As a matter of fact, I received the most memorable switching as a result of giving away a can of my dad’s soup without asking first, (a not so fun memory related to giving – link). But this week’s story about ‘giving’ is a funny memory for me.
On the day I am beginning to write this story, we are getting our very first soaking rain here in the Sacramento valley. Summertime is officially over. I even heard thunder a few times, not a very common occurrence here in this area. While living in Ohio, like a lot of people, I had the opinion that everyone in California worried on a daily basis about earthquakes and fires gone rampant. Now that I’ve lived here in the Sacramento area for a dozen years and haven’t worried about either ever, I’m thinking perhaps this was a rumor started by Californians in an effort to try to keep down migration from other states. Like most people, I have though experienced a few episodes of dangerous weather.
At the time of beginning the writing of this story, my wife is living the very first day of retirement from a 37 year nursing career. The plan is to set up a snowbird arrangement between Phoenix and Cincinnati. The motorcycle has been sold, the house has been ‘decluttered’ and we now have it up for sale. Continue reading
My wife is one of those lucky people born with great core balance and hand to eye coordination. Something most people don’t know about her though is her amazing linguistic ability. On one of our fun vacations, a couple of friends of ours got to witness this incredible attribute firsthand.