So, how does one begin writing again? Especially since it’s been near a year since my last post. How, I say, how? By turning the page to a new chapter, that’s how. But I probably need to clarify what I mean by this as it’s probably simpler than you might think.
Basically it boils down to the fact that absolutely nothing happened over the last several months of my life. At least nothing other than than the same daily routine day after day after day. And that kind of daily schedule does not provide fodder or even the inclination for writing.
Herself (to borrow the online “nom de plume” for the “better half” from Grandad) got up, had breakfast and went off to her store 7 days a week and I kept the home fires burning so to speak, did the needed chores and went on the required errands, etc and so on. Once in awhile I manned the store while my honey made the necessary store-related trips down-country every 3 weeks but even this was hardly anything to write home about.
This routine literally did not change since the last time I posted back in March, 2014.
My honey has retired!
Or, at least to say, she has retired her store after 9 years of being in a brick and mortar. Perhaps more on that at a later date. What this means is that she’ll be home all the time now. No more just the cats for company. No more calling back and forth from home to store and visa-versa. And
no more girlfriends coming over no more lack of female company.
Of course, some would wonder how she and I are going to get used to being together all…the…time. Answer? Easily. It’s how we started out in the first place. Since there was no trouble being together 24/7 back then, there should be no reason that should change now except for the minor fact that we’re a bit more creaky than we were 9 years ago. I could say a bit more on that subject but I won’t.
Now comes the joy of finding places for all the stuff we brought back from the store. A chore that will probably take us the rest of the winter however, since we have all the time in world now to get it done, there’s no real hurry.
Unless, of course, we want to start living in the house again instead of a tent in the yard (I may be exaggerating that a bit).
So here’s to the future adventures we can now share together. We may even get brave and actually travel down-country about an hour or so and go to Walmart! Pretty daring for folks our age?
Got to love this retirement thing.