Photo-a-Day 7: End Your Day With Laughter

boy laughing with book on his knee
Especially if it’s been ‘one of those days’.

The other night in bed, I read a news clipping [yes, on real newsprint!] about decluttering.

Good info and a relevant story.

But I foolishly scanned the flip side–a depressing rundown of Russia’s increasing influence in American politics.

When I finished, I turned out the light and settled in under the covers.

My eyes closed…and opened.

I was churning, unsettled.

I knew what I had to do.

Flick on the light and read from Jim Gaffigan’s book, Food: A Love Story.

Excerpt:

“Eating fries without salt feels like a sacrifice. What am I, a pioneer? When I have to eat unsalted fries, I often feel like I should be a contestant on Survivor, or something.”

Okay, now I was ready to sleep.

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL!

Photo-a-day 6: It ain’t ‘House Beautiful’ but…

In our retirement years, do we really need the unending crawl of miscellaneous minutiae? [In any years, actually.]

Slap a piece of inexpertly shaped cardboard again the TV.
Prop it up with a book or two.
And you have my makeshift [i.e. desperate] attempt to stifle that annoying march of repeated sports scores across the bottom of the screen. [Just a matter of time before ESPN starts posting results of the drone-racing they’ve started televising. **]

**Honest, I only know this from the on-screen guide.


Photo-a-day 5: Merge new memories with old ones.

This is the new memory…pretty sure it’s a lasting one.

So, driving to home town, I opt to dodge the traffic on the main highway and take the ‘old road’, the one my dad drove when we were kids.

My first stop was Rocca’s Market, a place I’d never been. Google told me this would fill my arms with Sunday dinner from the grill. [Google will tell you darn near everything, won’t it? It’s up to us to sift through it all.]

Anyway, I enjoyed driving down old Monterey Highway and revisiting memories of junior high basketball games, high school friends, and favorite track coaching moments.

And, talk about revisiting old memories…

I caught this sunset shot before exiting toward my home town. Follow that sun and you’ll end up in the Pacific Ocean, by way of acres of agricultural land.

Photo-a-day 3: When in doubt, find sunshine.

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I can take the cold and wet of winter. It’s the darkness that gets me. So when the sun is out, I bolt from the house. We’re retired. We have the time. No sense staying locked up and losing those precious rays. In fact, it’s calling my name right now. 

Photo-a-day 2: Happiness at 450 degrees

One of my rules for retirement…

When in doubt, bake.

Just a couple of loaves for Christmas Day breakfast: onion/cheese and plain cheese. 

Their sweet dough ‘cousins’ are resting comfortably in the fridge. They might end up as cinnamon rolls tomorrow afternoon. The dough’s flavor improves with a couple of days’ respite basking in the 35 degrees.

A photo a day…the journey starts.

Buddy and Kindle speech bubble

I’m sitting here on Christmas Day and, as a retiree–every day I’m not working at my school,  I enter my ‘retiree’ state of mind–I’ve decided to continue my ‘try something new’ exploits.

And so, my latest foray is ‘a photo a day’. A photo shares lots of information, is open to translation, and serves as a simple springboard for retirees’ topics.

This is my latest obstacle to productivity…Buddy. who joined us in October and, as you might surmise, is rather adamant about priorities…his priorities.

Retirement Weekend: Canine censorship and college football

Probably not a headline you run across all that often…

Buddy and MacBook 2JPG

Been busy with this latest venture into ‘something new’:

https://inventwithwords.com/2018/10/27/the-journey-to-a-50000-word-novel/

There HAVE been obstacles:

https://inventwithwords.com/2018/11/04/national-novel-writing-month-day-4-the-struggle-is-real/

Am thankful I have my ‘retirement hours’ for what now feels like more of a challenge than I intended. [Note: I AM typing this one-handed.]