Retiring from a job does not require retiring from life.





Is this the life of a retiree?

After 7 weeks of this new phase, my opinion?

Allow time to adjust.

Do whatever feels good.

Be a bum.

Kick back and let the working mind set gradually subside.

The longer one has worked, the more difficult the transition.



Second guessing.

And finally, resolution.

Embrace your new role and pursue your dreams.

Be active.

Engage in social interaction.

Above all, acknowledge your worth and value, outside of your job/career.

Go for it.

Do it.

Enjoy it.

Find yourself.


It just may be the busiest time of your life.



Frosty the chicken butt….

Sunday evening:  Geez, I feel chilled.

I can’t get warm.

Better go to bed.

I might be coming down with something.

Monday morning:  I am not chilled, I am down right cold.


I need a hat and gloves.



Wait a minute.

Something is not right.

Threw on a hoodie sweat shirt and jeans.

Grabbed a flashlight.

No oil.

What the hell?

No wonder.

How could this happen?

Called the oil company.

We will be there…. sometime… just not sure when… today.

330pm.  Oil delivery.  510 gallons.

What a long day.

I am so hungry and cold and miserable.

A few hours later, after driving to get dinner and a few drinks, I am feeling much better.

Can’t wait to curl up, covered with blankets and quilts.

The quote that comes to mind after the last 24 hours:

“Many are cold but few are frozen.”

I think I am one of the few.


Sweeping the gold

Kudos to my home town curling team, winning the gold at the Olympics.

If only my brothers had been alive to witness this.

Yes, one of those brothers was quite the character, stealing the 7 foot stuffed  black bear out of the Black Bear Hotel.

It was a fixture at my Grandmother’s cabin for years.

And finally, years later, returned to the Hotel.

My question is:  How in the hell did he manage to walk out of that hotel with a stuffed 7 ft tall bear?

My grandmother’s cabin was a real doozy, and the 3 youngest kids had to go there every summer.

The lake was great.

However, none of us really enjoyed the stay.

Gram was old and crazy.

Oh well, we survived, more or less.

At least I did.

Tom, my brother, had a massive heart attack at age 39, leaving behind his wife and 2 children.

Jimmy, my youngest brother is missing.

I think he is in Canada, but he obviously does not want anything to do with me.

He always thought I was a nut case.

So here I am, living the life of a lunatic in Pennsylvania.

Come to think of it, I should do something wild this weekend… like finding a 7 ft stuffed bear, throwing it into the car and staging it in the front yard.

You know what they say:  History repeats itself.

Born into lunacy,  always a lunatic.

But then, it just might be a lunatic you’re looking for…



A dreary rainy day in the life of an idiot

A Friday with absolutely no direction.

Just a crazy day doing whatever came to mind.

Got tied up with  2 absolutely ridiculous people.

I don’t know if I  can’t hear or what, but most of the time, I just went along with the absurdity of the day.

Laughing and carrying on like 3 idiots on a holiday.

My face is frozen, in a terrifying smile., like a clown on a toot.

All good things (and bad things) must come to an end

Have I ever continuously laughed as much as today?

I could not have stayed one minute longer.

I felt as if I was on a roller coaster on a highway to hell.

Some days are like that.

No plans.

No agenda.

Just spontaneous combustion.

And we were on fire.

Oh my.

Retirement is getting wilder by the minute.

Can someone please stop the rain?



If not now, when?

Ran into a retired co worker today.

She is considering going back to work.





“Yes, she said…. especially on the weekends.  I am bored and lonely.”

Being the idiot I am, I replied:  “Oh?  Like today?  Is today the weekend?”

She looked at me like: Are you kidding?

No, I am no kidding.

No, I am not bored.

No, I do not want to go back to work.

Yes, I am comfortably numb, as I greet those who wander into my space.

Retirement is not for everyone.

Some feel guilty.  (not working)

Some feel useless.  (no purpose)

Some feel that life is passing them by.


It is, if  you let it.

And then there are those, like me, who have always wanted to be a free bird, a loose cannon, a crazy asshole.

I think I am achieving that role.

The voice of reason enters:  Hey!  You can’t be serious.  You need to cool it, save money and hunker down.

Shut the F up, reason.

Life is short.

Dance while you can.

Sing, even you can’t carry a tune.

Enjoy those who cross your path.

Laugh at your shortcomings.

And above all:  Live for the moment.

Tomorrow may never come.


Yes, I continue to be a PIA and a PIN

5 am:  Up.

Why?  Puff.

Fed her.

6 am:  Back to bed.



10am:  Up.



11am:  back to bed.


Neck issues.  Lots of pain, most likely because of old age and the fact that I am and always have been a pain in the neck… Or other places.

3pm:  Up.



Off I go to visit Kim, to have a salad and garlic knots.

7pm:  Still there, yakking with Scott and Bry, over a few beers.

Raining now.

A slight break in the weather and I am on my way home.

It was good to see Correy and Colleen and Bobbie; however all good things must come to an end.

My ritual continues:  Puff is hungry.

February 21, 2018:  75 degrees. WTH?

Reminder:  Get ice and heat packs tomorrow.


So I will not continue to be a PIN

Until then,



Has it really been that long?

A few years ago, my employer split its organization into three separate entities.

Hosie went to one, while I went to another.

We have not seen one another since then.

Last night, we had dinner together and we picked up where we  had left off, like it was just yesterday.

We reminisced a little, and talked about how our lives had changed in those few years.

And, of course, we discussed the new challenges that life brings, as the years and time marches on.

In spite of our different paths today, nothing will ever erase the memories of the past.

Life is like that.

Many hellos, many goodbyes, and if we are lucky, we get to say hello again, to those who  have made a major impact on our lives.





Hooting it up



Not so here.

Met Lucy’s mom at the casino and we had a fun filled day, topped off with a great salmon dinner and wine.

There is nothing like hanging out with a crazy friend, laughing and relaxing.

Can’t wait to do it again.

Oh wait!

Tonight:  I am meeting Hosie for dinner.

She is in town for business and will be meeting me at one of our favorite restaurants.

Another fabulous day on tap!

Retirement is a hoot!



43 beers and a cognac chaser

Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen.


You don’t know what it’s like to be me.


If I were a carpenter, and you were a lady….

Forget it.

I have never been a lady.

Just chilling after the 7 inch nails entered my life.

Ok, I lied.

It was a 7 inch snow.

As quickly as the snow was accumulating, it disappeared.

When it did, the Chicken Butt pecked her way to the local establishments.

What a fabulous time was had.

Hey Gail!

Hey Riley!

Hey Bree!

Hey world!

I am loose again.

Is retirement really this much fun?

Home now.

42 beers and counting.

Guess what?

I lied.

It was 43 beers.

By the way, did you catch the hockey game between Finland and Sweden?


I wonder what tomorrow will bring.

I have a feeling that it will be another phenomenal day.

Until then….



Controlling the uncontrollable

Waiting for the snowfall.

As I recall, President’s day weekend typically was a snowy one.

Not sure why the forecast raises my anxiety level.

It’s not as if I have someplace I need to be.

Conditioning, that’s it.

Years and years of conditioning.

Living in the Midwest, where the winters are brutal and the summers are not much better.

Constant worrying over something no one can control.

Yes, I have phobias.

Lightning, tornadoes, blizzards and excessive humidity:  All weather related.

And not a damn thing I can do about it.

Tonight, I am turning over a new leaf.

I might even smoke it.

In a few minutes, ask me if it is snowing.

Like I care?

Hello? Pizza Hut?

Do you deliver?