Why don’t retirees mind being called seniors? Because the term comes with a 10% discount.
It was O-dark-thirty when Mary arose and woke me from a sound sleep. She had to be in Huntington Beach by 7:30 AM for a meeting of the PNI group at Denny’s. Wes, like a dutiful husband, I was up at 4:45 AM and turned on the heater in the bathroom for my lady! It is a job I enjoy as it makes her happy!
I told mary, “Exercise works best first thing in the morning… Before your brain figures out what you’re doing.”
Usually, I would go with her, but we are expecting! Ah ha, gotcha! We are expecting a new golden maple tree along with an orange and avocado, and they were supposed to be here in the morning.
Mary made it home by about 10:00 AM, and we did some chores around the house; then, we called the tree company. Oops, there would come later between 1:00 PM and 3:00 PM. Great, now we can go to the Elks for Girls Night Out.
We got to the Elks after stopping by Jan’s to do a “Meals On Wheels” delivery at about 11:30 AM.
I told Mary, “Isn’t it fun getting older? is a terrible fallacy. That’s like saying I prefer driving an old car with a flat tire.”
Well, at 3:00 PM, we called again, and wouldn’t you know, they waved us off until Monday morning. We were only upset that they did not call and tell us; we had to keep calling them! We ordered our lunch early and still got to visit with everyone before going home and meeting the tree folks.
Mary packed up another “Meals On Wheels” package, and we visited Bill, who is in the throes of fighting cancer. He was happy to see us, and we visited him for about an hour before returning home.
We made a stop by Jan’s place on the way home and assisted her with reducing the weight of her house by two bottles of wine; we are friendly people. We visited Jan for a good hour, and then finally, we headed home to visit Mr. Scout.
It was 9:00 PM, and we crashed; ka-boom, we were out like a light.