When I Named This Blog I Did Not Know...
When I named this blog I did not know I would get older and that there would be things associated with that which you would do. I don't know about your life but I guess I'm not always thinking all that much about mine. I'm just doing my stuff and and I don't know where there is but when I arrive I have become smart enough to act like I hit what I was aiming at. This week I took advantage of senior discounts I qualified for, found something I had forgot where I put it and had a wellness check at the doctor.
The senior discount was a on a lifetime U.S. Forest Service day pass. I need to live two and one half more years to get my money out of it when compared to the non senior yearly pass I had been buying. It qualifies me for some nation wide benefits and discounts for government lands but my favorite thing is that I get free entrance to Hanks Creek boat ramp, Ratcliff Lake and Boykin Springs. I go to those places enough each year to justify the cost. Of course buying this pass online at the government website may be a bit of a caution for the conspiracy types. First you create an online account and it takes a bit more of a complicated password that the sexytubaman that I have been using for all accounts and then you scan your drivers license to verify age. Like I say, I only need to make two and one half years.
One thing I did not mention because it's her thing is that when you get older you need joint replacements. Cathy is doing well recovering from hip replacement surgery. She barely stayed in the hospital 24 hours. For that short stay we needed to bring a few things, overnight bag, a rolling walker and a cane. Now the cane was not for walking right away but it's handy after a joint replacement to use the hook part of it to lift the affected leg into bed. When Cathy was discharged we headed for the parking lot. She was in a wheel chair because of the distance and me carrying all belongings including cane. I met a physical therapist friend in the hall and of course she acted like it was me that needed the cane.
I don't need a cane and I know I had the cane at that time but in about a week when Cathy was ready to transition to a less restrictive device the cane could not be found. Lucky she had a snake head cane which she preferred because of some mojo voodoo business but the house was turned upside down in search. This past weekend on a fishing trip we found it literally under our noses.
Labels: Grand kids, retirement, tuba
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