Memoir Retirement

Feelin’ Hot, Hot, Hot

Feelin’ Hot, Hot, Hot It’s been a hot month here on the hilltop. My pattern has been to spend the early morning catching up on news and perhaps writing my daily story, then go work outside doing something on some project or other for the late morning hours, working up a sweat. Then, after a dip in the spa or cooling shower, I go into the coolness of the house to do my serious work.…

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Fiction/Humor Love

Quick Like a Bunny

Quick Like a Bunny I am getting in the habit (does two or three days constitute a habit yet?) of writing tomorrow’s story in the morning hours out here in the garden on my throughly described garden desk. I think what I like best about the view are my little stand of resurgent bonsai redwood trees. When they arrived and I placed them in the rock garden over a month ago they were immediately shedding…

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Love

Choppers

Choppers Yesterday, our little Blind Betty had to spend the day at the vet’s office dealing with the first of what I am sure will be an array of medical issues this sweet old dog will have to endure. One might argue that “investing” in an aged dog is unproductive, but nothing could be further from the truth. Pets are rarely economic choices, they are emotional choices. Man does keep and use animals (other than…

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Memoir Politics

The Longest Days

The Longest Days Last night I stumbled on a Netflix series about the people around Adolf Hitler and how the National Socialist German Workers’ Party grew to prominence and control in Germany. The bottom line is that it was a slow and steady process that took fifteen years to take serious root and then lasted for twelve years. It started in 1918 as a direct result of the ignominious defeat of Germany in WWI and…

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Memoir Retirement

My Garden Desk

My Garden Desk When building out my garden recently, I had a heavy 3/8”-gauge steel pipe 8” in diameter, welded to a two-foot steel plate, left over from a shadesail pole that was installed. When I saw it, I saw a table base for some reason and the very small part of me that is penny-wise said that I should repurpose such a wonderful piece of steel. Steel was only introduced into human existence a…

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Love Memoir

Sunday School

Sunday School I was baptized Catholic because my mother was raised Catholic and because we were living in Venezuela at the time (my father was Venezuelan and my mother worked for the Rockefeller Foundation in Venezuela). But after my parents were divorced (yes, they were both Catholic and yes, they were both technically excommunicated for that) and the next thing you know we were in Costa Rica without my father. The thing about Costa Rica…

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Love Memoir Retirement

The Other Side of the Mountain

The Other Side of the Mountain You’re wondering where you remember that turn of phrase from. It was the title of a movie in 1975 about an Olympic hopeful skier (Jill Kinmont) that gets paralyzed in 1955 and has to put her life back together afterwards. The title implies that we spend a lot of time pondering the mountains we seek to climb, but often climbing down off the mountain is actually much harder and…

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Love Memoir Retirement

Pretending About the Future

Pretending About the Future Once I had finished renovating the garage and building the side Bonsai Garden, I needed a new project. If you think its optional you don’t understand the nature of retirement. The key lessons of retirement are the subject of many old jokes and include never passing up a bathroom and never trusting a fart. But there is really only one lesson and that is to always stay occupied. A body in…

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Memoir Retirement

Preparing to Teach

Preparing to Teach I taught at the graduate level at Cornell’s business school for ten years. I performed well enough to get myself promoted from Executive-in-Residence to full Clinical Professor of Finance. That felt like an accomplishment to me since I would never consider myself as academically oriented. The academy requires a degree of rigor that doesn’t suit me. I respect such rigor, but I know my general level of impatience and know that I…

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