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.
My stepfather Joe could sleep anytime and anywhere. I used to think that was a special skill. Now that I’m older, I realize that it’s an acquired skill given to father’s as they are beaten down by years of sleepless nights and endless days.
John Eaton of Hamilton, Ohio and the Hamilton Inn. I couldn’t find him in Wikipedia. I also couldn’t find him or his inn in any of the Internet historical sites. They might be there, but my exhaustive ten minute search turned up a big fat goose egg. For several decades though, he was a successful businessman in Hamilton, Ohio and for many years a friend to my mom, and therefore friend to our Brady Bunch family.
We have a new kitten. Her name is Minka and she is a blue mink ragdoll. So far, she seems like she’s going to have the perfect demeanor we adore in our cats. When she plays, she is aware of her jaw and paw strength so when she touches human skin, she is careful not to apply so much pressure that she could puncture the skin. If I’m wearing shorts and she wants picked up, she reaches her paws up onto my legs but keeps her little claws retracted. That is difficult to teach but a great cat instinctually knows it. She craves human affection and will sometimes cry if she thinks she’s alone. So far, she’s sleeping with us every night. The cutest thing of all though is how she loves to play with her little caterpillar at the end of her fishing pole. Speaking of fishing poles….
Usually with each new story I write, my memory is spurred by some other current event. Such is this story. At the time of beginning this story, I just got off the phone with the breeder of the new family edition scheduled to join us next week. Her name is Minka, (the kitten, not the breeder), and is a blue mink ragdoll kitten. Several weeks ago I wrote a pet owner’s love story when we lost Sasha (link). As with our irreplaceable children, no kitten will ever replace Sasha but we really are looking forward to our new baby. And this is what reminded me of something that happened with our first ‘human’ baby. Continue reading →
The day that I began writing this story was March 8th. It’s an important date in history. No, not because it’s the day Malaysia flight 370 disappeared, it’s the anniversary of my new lease on life. You see, I was struck by a school bus on this day some 50 years ago. (Link)
It’s a very busy time of life here in the Wyatt California household. I just sold a guitar on Craigslist, sold my son’s car for him on eBay, I have my motorcycle listed on eBay, a large drafting table on Craigslist and I just listed our home on Forsalebyowner website. Yes, I’m trying to sell our house. Hey, I’m retired, I’ve got the time. In fact, I have so much time that I can answer phone calls and texts from over 50 realtors and would-be scammers. I figure someday if I’m ever alone and lonely, I’ll just post a fake ad on Craigslist; the callers come crawling out of the woodwork.
I cooked up a mess of buttermilk pancakes the other morning and if I do say so myself, I make a pretty tasty pancake. It had been several months since I’d cooked them because, well I just don’t have the number of ‘customers’ that I used to have. Two thirds of my younger clientele has moved out, onto their own culinary feasts. Many times when I’m cooking pancakes, (especially if kielbasa sausage is involved), I am reminded of the annual Pork Festival in Eaton, Ohio. Continue reading →
When I was a little kid, we went only to one place for my parents’ vacations – Vincennes, Indiana. The negative aspect of this fact is that we never went anywhere special for vacation. I guess that’s why I think it’s so important to give my kids great vacations. As a kid myself, I can recall only once, when we went to Mammoth Caves. The pro though of going only to Vincennes is that because we usually stayed at my dad’s parents place, I got to spend a lot of time with Grandma and Granddad. If given the opportunity, I’d love to interview them both today, to learn and write their story…..so many questions I’d love to ask.
What do I want for Christmas? How ’bout your hand out of my crotch?
I’ve written a couple of Christmas related stories I think. Let me go look. Yes, here is one where my Dad felt the urge to be benevolent so he shared the truth about there not being a Santa as he was walking out the door (link), (probably headed out to the local tavern). Oh, and just to prove that the teasing gene does indeed get passed down through the generations, you’ll read about a couple of nice tricks I played on our youngest boy in this same story.