No tricks -- just puppy love

We Made It to 2013

Christmas was wonderful.  We spent December 21st walking by the Gulf of Mexico, eating sea food, soaking up brilliant sunshine in 78 degree weather.  My soul was soothed.  Then we spent the rest of the time hugging and laughing and playing games -- for seven full days. 

 We wish each of you great joy -- perfect peace -- and abundant health -- in the New Year!

And May All Your Christmases Be Bright!

Taking a little break until the New Year!  Until then . . .

Celebrate the 4th

Luie says we need to get some pictures of him on the MAC.  Meanwhile, we're still struggling with the PC.  However, Gus AND Luie send greetings for a cool 4th of July. Whose got watermelon? 

Joyous Easter Greetings!

Oh, my . . .

Hubby is so very unhappy with my decision to retire that, even after all the work we've already done -- and all the planning and budgeting, he wants me to work another two years. He really feels that if I do work until I'm 68, we will be much more secure and will have updated the house to the specs that he would like to carry us through until . . . well, the end of life.

So I've postponed retirement for two years.

Talk about depression . . . I'm so sad. I honestly can't think of another thing to write.

Sláinte agus táinte -- Health & Prosperty to You

Happy Valentine's Day

Love is in the air -- hope you hear its tune all throughout your day.

Lost

The Grinch has stolen our Christmas.

He came in the form of the "chest virus" that is going around, he dug himself in, and won't leave.

Six days absent from school.

Unable to lift my head from the pillow.

Got sick on December 2nd and haven't recovered yet -- today is the 19th and I'm still sick, sick, sick.

Missed the Christmas concerts -- couldn't get out of bed to go; would have made everyone around me miserable anyway what with all my coughing.

Hubby has been trying to shoulder his way through so others will have a Christmas celebration.

I still don't care.

Bah! Humbug!

Holiday Greetings

And so the time has come . . .

You know the Beatles song. We've all sung it. And laughed.

Now, of course, some of us are actually living it. Living past it, in fact. It happened to me this week. I'm now officially older than the John Lennon / Paul McCartney "When I'm Sixty-Four."

This week I turned sixty-five years old. Sixty-five. Official retirement age. No longer older middle aged. I've officially moved into "old."

Old. O L D. Hard to wrap one's head around that concept. O L D.

I remember quite clearly in 1968 when I first signed on for a tax shelter -- to come due in the very distant future of 2011, when I would turn the ancient age of -- dear lord -- 65. I simply couldn't fathom just how far away 2011 actually was.

The 40+ years since I first thought about turning 65 have simply flown by in a nanosecond. Once I was 21 and thinking I'd never actually see the year 2011 -- and suddenly this week, I turned 65 years old. How did that happen to me?


Shocking. Utterly shocking that I could live to be THIS old.

Hubby, thankfully, was willing to feed me for at least another year. I got this for my birthday.

Greetings!

Happy New Year dear friends!Christmas was, if not the best ever, right up there in the top 30 or so. It was so good I cried on leaving Houston.

Pictures to come.