This retirement stuff is exhausting. Yesterday it was fixing The Old Goat's plumbing. (Glad to report that the job is done.) Today, bush-hogging. I rode the tractor all day. Took a break mid-afternoon when the gas tank ran empty. On the positive side, though, I got lots done. And, I had all day to think. Good because my behind is as numb as it was riding in an MRAP from Basra to Umm Qasr.
Met fellow blogger Rancho Serando yesterday. Delightful. We are forming the Alabama Bloggers' Society (BS for short).
While I was chugging along on the tractor, I happen to notice that The Old Goat was on his riding lawnmower, speeding around his yard. He looked like something out of NASCAR. Later, I asked, "Dad, don't you think you are driving your mower a little fast?" "Hell, no. Why, I can cut this grass in thirty minutes." I expected his next statement to be that he could do all the bush-hogging in two hours or less. He has a fascination with speed. His motto is: If something is worth doing, it is worth doing fast.
Tinker and I have tickets to the West Pont Lake Music Festival over Memorial Day weekend. We are dragging the Airstream along. If nothing else, it will give us a cool place to recover from the Southern sun, at the site of the festival.
WelchSuperService is not necessarily deep this week. No pearls of wisdom. I am busy trying to figure out what this retirement is all about, assured that it will not last long. I want to enjoy it while it does. Three days into it, I like the way it wears. I have options. Is there any better definition of freedom than that?
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