Month: April 2025

“Regrets…”

I know that I will regret saying this later, but at this time I am so sick of the cloudy gloomy skies, may or may not rain (for the most part, no rain, just sucky weather), chilly temperatures, etc. Come on, it is almost May, I want to get dressed in the mornings in something other than a sweatshirt or long sleeve t-shirt and a zip up sweatshirt. I want to wear flip fops and paint my toenails, even though my last attempt ended up as a crime scene.

I am so ready to plant tomatoes and peppers. I will even plant cantaloupe and cucumbers and make pickles out the wazhoo. Just let me have some sunshine and heat, not the 120° temps in Phoenix, but somewhere around 70° to 75° for starters, then we can move to the 80’s. I want to go play in the dirt so badly, but right now it is no fun, too chilly.

I know that as soon as I say that out loud, we won’t get another drop of rain the rest of spring and summer, causing me to spend a large fortune on watering. The heat come on full force, meaning that the air conditioner will run non-stop until October. This will happen as sure as I am standing here, wishing for warmer weather, then regretting that utterance within the next month, but I can’t help myself, I hate the cold.

A Crime Scene

Retirement is going swimmingly, so far. I am trying to learn to sleep later. So far I am up to 3:45am from 3:25am. I know, baby steps.

We had a funeral to go to this morning, a very close friend died, just fourteen days short of turning 100. For some unknown reason, I decided that it would be the perfect time to paint my toenails, (yeah right). I was applying the first coat of color, a reddish orange, and was trying to make a small correction on my little toe when I felt something wet on my foot and hand. I looked down and had poured paint polish on my foot, my hand, the bench at the end of the bed and the newspaper I had covered the bench with. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom leaving “bloody” footprints in my wake. They look really good on the white bathroom rug. Good tip, there is no amount of polish remover you can use to remove the polish from the white rug or the multi-color bedroom rug for that matter.

It truly looks like bloody footsteps running from the bedroom.

At this rate, I may have to go back to work to pay for everything I break.

The Next Chapter

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything. Not that I didn’t have any experiences, I just didn’t take the time to write any down. I thought that I was too busy (I wasn’t) to sit still long enough to write about anything. I also can’t say nothing has happened (it has), that was worthy of writing down.

Our dogs, Orso and Royal, died of old age, we moved from the Pacific Northwest to the Midwest. I got a promotion, Covid hit the world and just wouldn’t go away. People quit making eye contact for fear of catching it if they looked at you. All semblance of courtesy has gone, and anger has taken control of almost everyone.

We rescued a three-year-old English Mastiff, who is very reactive. Evidently, he had a rough beginning. We thought that since we have had large dogs that a 168-pound dog with issues wouldn’t be much more of a challenge, wrong. It took almost a year before he trusted me. He bonded with Mitch easily because they were together all day every day, while I went to work. There were times when he looked at me in a certain way, I thought he was going to bite me. With a biting force of 556 psi, he can do some damage if he wants to.

I’ve finally retired from my career and am starting the next chapter. There were times when I didn’t think we would ever be able to retire, but here we are, both retired and jumping into being together 24/7 or there about. Good thing we like each other and enjoy being together, because the next 20 to 30 years are going to be quite a ride.