Let’s start by acknowledging that my high school class of 1969 likes to party. Thanks to the hard work by one of our loyal classmates and her helpers, we’ve had full-blow reunions every 5 years since graduation. (I’ve been to every reunion starting at 20 years post-graduation.) Our class motto was “Class of ’69 Drinks Bud.” (Technically, this was an unofficial motto because it appeared in print only once – on a large helium balloon attached by a group of us to the top of our high school flag pole during senior week.) Last weekend, we collectively affirmed our partying ways when 70 of us returned to Ithaca for a class 65th birthday party.
It seems that a new “best places to retire” list or ranking is published by someone at least monthly. I find these rankings interesting but not determinative. There are just too many location variables, and too much subjectivity as to the relative importance of each of those variables, for any particular list or ranking to dominate the others. Bankrate’s recent listing of the 15 best cities for retirement was a pleasant surprise to me because three of the top 15 cities are in middle Tennessee, where I live.
I recently revised and update my plan for communicating information about my finances and online life to my three sons. I did this to make it easier on them when I die and to make it easier on me if, before I die, I become ill to the point that I cannot handle my own affairs.
I’m back again after a long blogging layoff. It’s not that I didn’t have anything to write about. I was just concentrating on life as it happened, pushing the reflection and writing to the back burner. Now I seem to have a little breathing room. So I will update you. Please read on if you are interested.
Susan is a grandmother of one. Currently, I am a grandfather of none. That is about to change. I have a grandson due any time, but no later than this coming Tuesday, when labor will be induced. This is a good thing. My daughter-in-law is more than ready to have the baby and no one wants to spend Christmas in labor or in the hospital.
I am returning from a blogging pause to tell you the story of my Black Friday shopping experience. Here it is:
Last week I visited a local Walgreens pharmacy but not to pick up a prescription. No – I went expecting to receive three separate vaccinations but I left having received two. Now I need two more. So what is going on here? A baby boomer receiving four vaccinations?
Last week was huge – I finally closed on the big family house. It was a long, difficult last month with repeated trips to remove and deliver unwanted and unneeded stuff. A local charity received a windfall and drove away with an entire moving truck full of furniture and household goods. I was relieved to see it all go to a good home. I am so glad that I no longer have to care for a large home and keep track of all of the stuff associated with it.
I am one week away from closing on the sale of the large family home. This has been quite a process. I made the decision to sell in February, moved out in March, then hired a contractor to do some renovating to put the house in better selling condition. That work took two months. The house was on the market for almost three months. After one price drop, one failed negotiation and one scam offer, I had a contract with a legitimate buyer in late July.
We are in Houston this weekend visiting Susan’s Mom and sister. We are staying with Susan’s Mom. She lives in a beautiful senior independent living facility. It is quite interesting and a wake-up call to be around so many folks who are 15-25 years older than I. Susan and I discussed this at breakfast and I thought I would write about it.