The house is empty now and you know what that means. Uh-huh, no kids to worry about walking in during sex. Sex anytime and anywhere, yee-haw!
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.
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.
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.