“The husband is now underfoot all the time”. I’ve heard that before about retirement. It doesn’t have to be – nor should it be. Quite the contraire.
Poor Judgment’s been slandered, accused and maligned,As if using good sense were a terrible crime. “Don’t judge!” say some people. “Be spiritual instead!”Yet without a bit of judgment, we’d all bump our heads. We’d wander through life like a cart with no wheel,Or smile at a snake while ignoring how
Years ago, before the internet settled household arguments in seconds, my then-husband and I had an ongoing disagreement about the lyrics to a song. The song was “Drift Away” by Dobie Gray. I insisted the lyric was, “Give me the beat boys and free my soul.” He insisted it was,
Spring 2026 was one for the record books! Yes, it was very dry in April, and very wet and unexpectedly chilly in May. But climate conditions were not the cause for alarm. The issues of concern were my noticeably diminishing stamina and body resilience while completing all the same gardening
Yesterday was an eye-opener for me. I learned something new, and at 72, that’s something. I was reminded of the many small opportunities for connection that exist in everyday life, and how easy they are to overlook. When I’m out and about, I try to smile, give people the benefit