Sleepless in San Diego I must admit, I don’t get it. We are in the final days of a tumultuous national election cycle and people just aren’t acting in ways that make sense to me. There are certainly some predictable things going on with rats leaving the sinking Trump leaky dinghy of state. The list of people trying to distance themselves from the Loser-in-Chief was inevitable and happens regardless of the politics of the incumbent.…
Planning to Plant People are amazed that I have gotten into gardening as I have. I do not find it so amazing, but rather somewhat predictable. While I have owned sixteen homes in my lifetime, three have been apartments in NYC (one with a large terrace that I planted and then replanted by my own design), nine have been vacation homes (two in the Hudson Valley, one in the Hamptons, five for skiing in Utah…
Driving Miss Betty It’s been two months now since we rescued Betty from the Group Home called Frosted Faces. That name for a senior pet rescue center seems to be focused on the graying of dogs and cats as they age, but now I think it is more about the shock of dependency that shows on the faces of pets that have been abused, abandoned or simply forgotten in the rush of modern life. Kim…
Feel-Good I’ve had a few things wrap up in the last few days and with completion comes evaluation and feedback. When I was in the thick of my working career (actually the relatively early days since I was only just under ten years in), I ran a Division that had use of a company car that I would occasionally drive home for the night. We did not have a full-time parking space, but could keep…
A Peak Under the Covers Sometimes I jot down a title that grabs me and then I go back later to write the story that came to mind for which the title was intended. Every once in a while, I get caught up with life and I forget to write the story and the thought evaporates, leaving the title staring me in the face with no idea what I wanted to write about. And then…
Nixplay This title is stolen from the brand name of a digital device I was given by my daughter. It is a photo frame (perhaps 9”x6’) that is WiFi connected and to which any number of authorized contributors may submit photographs for my viewing pleasure. While the manner of display has many settings optionalities, I imagine that I employ the most common of simply having the photographs rotate through their sequence for several seconds each.…
Workaholistic Repose Fixation on retirement seems to take three forms from my observation. The first is the most obvious that people who are looking forward to retiring are usually very fixated on the financial preparation for the blessed event and all the lifestyle issues associated therewith. Finding that perfect spot with the right weather to suit your temperament and presumably the right pace and proximity to civilization to fit your expectations of how you will…
Time Warping The folks at 23andMe always like to surprise me about what they can give me for value added from one little swab of spit taken from me several years ago (probably three or four years). They are regularly using my chromosomal blueprint to cross-reference me to new and distant members of my family that I have little or no interest in connect with. But they also like to make observations about my lifestyle…
A Liberal Retirement This is a strange week for me. So much is strange and new in 2020 that it’s hard to calibrate strangeness, but this seems to have crossed a threshold that has caused me to want to write about it. Let’s start with what makes this a strange week. I am in an expert witness hearing all week (actually two separate hearings since one goes all week and I must listen to it…
Gardening at the Edge Living on the edge is one of those claims that I enjoy making about my lifestyle. I have always liked the unorthodox life history that I have led and while the first seventeen years of my life I must attribute it to my mother and her wanderlust and adventurous lifestyle, I took only an educational breather for five years (BA and MBA) before reinventing my own personal version of that life…