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.
During our two year transition time between retirement and moving down to Phoenix, one of us has been making a point of getting to the Phoenix house every six weeks or so. When it’s my turn, I tend to get more quiet time to write. The time to move is getting close at hand and as such, I am facing the fact that I will soon be selling the best vehicle we ever owned; my 2001 Ford Escape. One of my sons has expressed an interest, so maybe I’ll get to keep it in the family. Continue reading
I admit it – I like to cook. I hate the cleanup stage, but I like to cook, always have. In this short phase of being ‘house husband’, (I say short because I don’t know how long it will last), I am doing all the cooking. This makes me King of What to Eat Tonight.
The dishes I make fall into just a few simple categories:
* recipes all 3 of us love (only 3 of us left in the house)
* recipes Kim and I both love
* recipes only I love Continue reading
Rings. For thousands of years, rings have been worn on our fingers as important symbols. Some are worn merely for decoration and attraction, but for the most part, rings are important and symbolic in nature to the wearer. I have three rings that mean something important to me. I have a wedding ring and I have a pinky ring, both given to me by my wife. The wedding ring is obvious, the pinky was the one given to me as a high schooler when we were steadies. It will be featured in a later story.
Like most women, my wife wears her wedding ring constantly. It’s not the original wedding band and engagement ring I gave her when we were only twenty years old, no it’s one a little more fancy. I have made I guess a little tradition by creating a surprise on every fifth wedding anniversary and it all started on our 15th with a ring. Let me explain. Continue reading
Life is short. We all need to laugh.
Written about in several stories, (like one of my favorites here), I like making people laugh and I’m not above pulling a few pranks on people I like to get those laughs. I would never prank someone that I do not like, that’s just mean and I’m not really into taking advantage of others.
A good laugh at the workplace brings people together. I’ve always felt that and have experienced it many times over the years. The Sanka gag (link) from my foundry days is one of my favorites. Joe didn’t care for it at first, but later admitted that the joke was funny and in the aftermath, he, Rob and myself had an even better relationship. In my experience, when people like, (or at least don’t hate), their workplace and the people there, they are more free to be themselves and therefore they are more productive.
So far I’ve shared stories about pranks at home, at Taco Bell (the famous burn ’em sauce) but none yet from my P&G days. As I am now celebrating my first full year of being unemployed by good old Mother Procter, I’m thinking that today is the day for writing about some of those good times. Continue reading