The Brutal Life of a Retired Guy

Thursday.
Today is cleaning day.
Not for me, for the lady that comes to clean our house.

I know. I'm retired and should clean my own house. Unfortunately (or maybe not so unfortunately), Chris isn't satisfied with my overall cleaning skills, so prefers to have somebody else come in every couple of weeks to get the big clean. 

I vacate the house during cleaning hours so I am currently enjoying a coffee at Starbucks and using their free wi-fi. I have my phone, earbuds, and Chromebook so I'm good for as long as necessary. The morning rains have passed on to the east and I will probably skip the wi-fi after a short bit and hit the road on the motorcycle for a couple of hours. 

I wonder where I'll stop for lunch ... ?
I grabbed a cigar before I left the house. I may find a quiet place to stop and enjoy a leisurely smoke.

I'll need to get home in time to have dinner on before Chris gets home, but that will be easy. 

We have a couple of grilled bbq pork chops that I took out of the freezer. I think I'll make a little glaze with honey and fresh pineapple and heat them up in a cast iron skillet. And I'm thinking sliced sweet potatoes, skillet fried with bacon, spinach (from the garden) and touch of honey (or maybe brown sugar) and some sea salt.

I still need to write about kids' camp and my road trip to St Louis, but I suppose that can wait for another day. I should have some moments to write Friday night and Saturday. I'll be at Intro to Camping on Baptist Hill. Although I'll be at the camp overnight, I expect the kids will be in their cabins long before I'm ready to call it a night. I'll be able to watch the end of the baseball game, read, or write. I also expect some free time on Saturday, but will have to wait and see what is going on. 

In any case, you can see that the retired life is pretty taxing. I don't have as much time to just sit and read as I thought I was going to have. I have several books on the Kindle app on my phone, but rarely make the time to read. I generally have my Chromebook within easy reach, but rarely make the time to write. 

It could be that I'm just lazy ... nah.

Well, maybe...

John <><