Not Much to Say

My first blog in over a week; not much goin' on. Geeg and I continue our lives in the quiet desperation that is retirement.


NOT!
SNAP!


BOOLYAH!

Life remains better than good; I simply haven't had much inspiration lately. Not that this is a competition, but the ever prolific Julie has nothing else to do all day but chronicle the delightful adventures of her growing princes. Still, I can't believe she has yet to mention the spectacular train layouts the boys and I have made.








Or our Monday routine; Julie and Kirk go to the gym (or do they go to breakfast?)early in the morning and leave the boys in our care. For hours. And we're not allowed to turn on the tv.

My children, as much as I adore them, are beyond the age of cute episodes for Daddy to exploit.
Plus, I suspect they hold back information for fear it will reach this stage.

Anything new that Geeg and Pop do these days is usually related to the aging process. Any disclosure of such activity would fall into the category of "too much information."

I'm not complaining. Sometimes I dream that I have to get up and go to work. You can't imagine the euphoria when I realize it was just a dream; that I am free to enjoy the 'slice of heaven' that is my typical day.
So, as we approach this joyous holiday season (closely followed by a return to 'south heaven'), I continue to enjoy the simple life.

I scour all grocery store flyers for the best bargains. (We're having t-bone steaks tonight; $3.99/lb!)
I meticulously try to average better than 45 mpg on every car ride.
I surf the web, trying to find the best deal on the best GPS money can buy on a pension budget.
I connive to beat the phone company; switching plans, investigating alternatives. (Tracfone?)
I rediscover the library! I've already removed 2 dvd's from my Netflix cue; borrowed them for free from my new favorite place.

And so it goes. I simply do not have much to say or write about, and past attempts at fillers were unanimously ignored or criticized. (Man goes into a bar...) My hair does not look particularly funny these days; no need for an updated self portrait. ( I did recently give myself a trim with one of those haircutting combs you may have seen in 'Dr Leonard' catalogs you may get in the mail. No comments from the local peanut gallery, so I guess my 'do looks ok. I got a few comments on my new walking outfit; shorts over sweats, but nothing particularly outrageous.)



Yada, yada, yada, the simple life goes on. I wholely endorse and reccommend it.







P.S. Hold off on the cantankerous responses regarding my description of Julie's day; I was just kidding. I, better than anyone, recognize the miracles she (and Kirk) perform day after day. I'm a kidder; I kid.