Another lazy Saturday...
Still single (widowed) and still keeping it that way. I'm too set in my ways to start over with the dinner dates, opening doors and vague conversations,
Natasha doesn't seem to mind. 70 lbs. of spoiled rotten. And that "Farmer's Dog" food isn't cheap, but she's more muscular and definitely more energetic.
Was working par-time delivering auto parts. But I was working with someone who admitted to being Bi-Polar, and that she forgets to take her medicine. I'm not patient with physiological disorders, so I walked out of that situation.
Kids and I are still not talking. I guess Mamaw's passing away end the family circle. Still pray for them, but I'm going to just keep relaxing and enjoying my later years. Something about being in one's 60's makes one less tolerant of stress, and better to avoid any drama.
Bought a little 15' daysailer this summer, it was a fixer-upper. got just about everything set in time for winter, so maybe by Spring it'll leave the back yard.
Maybe I'll look online for "Grumpy Old Curmudgeon. com" for a Ann Margaret, Sophia Loren type widow. Or maybe I'll just go load the dishwasher and sweep the floor myself.
Probably the latter...
Still single (widowed) and still keeping it that way. I'm too set in my ways to start over with the dinner dates, opening doors and vague conversations,
Natasha doesn't seem to mind. 70 lbs. of spoiled rotten. And that "Farmer's Dog" food isn't cheap, but she's more muscular and definitely more energetic.
Was working par-time delivering auto parts. But I was working with someone who admitted to being Bi-Polar, and that she forgets to take her medicine. I'm not patient with physiological disorders, so I walked out of that situation.
Kids and I are still not talking. I guess Mamaw's passing away end the family circle. Still pray for them, but I'm going to just keep relaxing and enjoying my later years. Something about being in one's 60's makes one less tolerant of stress, and better to avoid any drama.
Bought a little 15' daysailer this summer, it was a fixer-upper. got just about everything set in time for winter, so maybe by Spring it'll leave the back yard.
Maybe I'll look online for "Grumpy Old Curmudgeon. com" for a Ann Margaret, Sophia Loren type widow. Or maybe I'll just go load the dishwasher and sweep the floor myself.
Probably the latter...




