A Grad By Any Other Name

 (Crabby-Pants Thursday)

Bed Making

 

Once you’re retired, it can be tricky holding on to what day of the week it is.

Beast and the Beauty

 

More yard news.

Today was gardening day, i.e. trying to regain a little control in the back yard.

Born to the Purple

 

Factoid: During the Bronze Age, only those of high social status could afford to wear purple, the dye being costly to produce. It was made in the Phoenician city of Tyre, and was desired not only as a status symbol, but also for its ability to resist fading.

Mining the laughs of despair

 Here we are nearing the weekend, and if I continue with my idea from last week, that makes today Crabby Pants Thursday.

Sunshine and Slapstick

 

I woke up to fresh air today, the first night sleeping with the window open – it’s supposed to reach 90 degrees this afternoon. I’m off to buy geraniums and more this afternoon.

Wilbraham, aka Calvin

 

One thing about being away for four months is driving around and checking out all the changes that have occurred.

John Q Public

 

It’s hard sometimes to come up with yet another idea for a post. Maybe I should take a page from other bloggers and designate a theme for particular days.

For instance, Thursday could be Crabby Pants Day.

Full Days

 

          One thing about being a working person who’s retired is the urge to feel a purpose to your day.

A body bent on sabotage

 

In the (probably futile) hope of reducing the number of surprises this aging body has been springing on me, I showed up this morning for the Boomer Boot Camp class at our local YMCA.

Everyday Memories

 Friends and family may be scattered or gone, but they remain around my house, triggering memories as I go through my day.

No Excuse

          I’ve been away in more than one sense. Yes, we’ve put Florida behind us until next year and are back in Massachusetts trying to adjust to wearing shoes again.