I’m grouping two days together with some observations. Day 7 was very quiet, which was good. I did have to sleep in full flannel home-relaxing pants, socks, and a hoodie. My daughter’s house is so cold it could be used as a torture chamber to interrogate criminals.
There was a time years ago when I slept in a tent in early May while fishing in upstate Maine, and it was not this cold. When you open the door to go outside to thaw out, it is like a cold front hitting the warm Florida air and causing a thunderstorm.
I did sit outside for a good portion of the day, partly to warm up and partly so I wouldn’t disturb her while she worked. And I will say, watching her work, I was very impressed at the strong, successful, smart woman she has become and the way she conducts herself.
Back to the reading. I found Schindler’s List on Amazon for three bucks. The movie was great, but I really like to get deeper into the history of events like this, and that is not something a movie can convey.
I did say this was also observational. That being said, my daughter’s neighbor goes in the pool topless. Not a bad observation while sitting on the deck. I could tell her the trees do not provide the level of privacy she apparently planned on.
Saturday starts the Bataan Death March, also known as the long drive to my parents’ house for two weeks of mayhem.
Two people who sit a full house apart after 58 years of marriage, or they will just drive each other nuts. Either way, I find ways to kill time sitting in the middle, counting the minutes as they go by.
My mom turns 83, so we will be going out to dinner, and it will be just like the scene from Seinfeld.
The exchange is:
Jerry: “I’m not force-feeding myself a steak at four-thirty to save a couple of bucks, I’ll tell you that!”
Morty: “They give you a tenderloin, a salad and a baked potato, for four-ninety-five. You know what that cost you after six?”
Jerry: “Four-thirty? Who eats dinner at four-thirty?”
Helen: “All right. We’ll wait. But it’s unheard of.”
What do you think? Have you ever spent time with family and found yourself caught in the middle of two people who have been married so long they have perfected the art of driving each other crazy? Rate the post, leave a comment, and tell me about your own family travel adventures.
Thanks for reading BeingKevin.
In a world built on scrolling past everything in seconds, I genuinely appreciate you stopping here for a moment. If the post gave you something to think about, made you laugh, or even made you disagree, I’d love to hear from you in the comments. A quick rating helps, too, and goes a long way toward supporting the site. And if you’d like to help keep BeingKevin going, a small tip is always appreciated — never expected, but deeply valued. Thanks again for being here
I’m grouping two days together with some observations. Day 7 was very quiet, which was good. I did have to sleep in full flannel home-relaxing pants, socks, and a hoodie. My daughter’s house is so cold it could be used as a torture chamber to interrogate criminals.
There was a time years ago when I slept in a tent in early May while fishing in upstate Maine, and it was not this cold. When you open the door to go outside to thaw out, it is like a cold front hitting the warm Florida air and causing a thunderstorm.
I did sit outside for a good portion of the day, partly to warm up and partly so I wouldn’t disturb her while she worked. And I will say, watching her work, I was very impressed at the strong, successful, smart woman she has become and the way she conducts herself.
Back to the reading. I found Schindler’s List on Amazon for three bucks. The movie was great, but I really like to get deeper into the history of events like this, and that is not something a movie can convey.
I did say this was also observational. That being said, my daughter’s neighbor goes in the pool topless. Not a bad observation while sitting on the deck. I could tell her the trees do not provide the level of privacy she apparently planned on.
Saturday starts the Bataan Death March, also known as the long drive to my parents’ house for two weeks of mayhem.
Two people who sit a full house apart after 58 years of marriage, or they will just drive each other nuts. Either way, I find ways to kill time sitting in the middle, counting the minutes as they go by.
My mom turns 83, so we will be going out to dinner, and it will be just like the scene from Seinfeld.
The exchange is:
Jerry: “I’m not force-feeding myself a steak at four-thirty to save a couple of bucks, I’ll tell you that!”
Morty: “They give you a tenderloin, a salad and a baked potato, for four-ninety-five. You know what that cost you after six?”
Jerry: “Four-thirty? Who eats dinner at four-thirty?”
Helen: “All right. We’ll wait. But it’s unheard of.”
What do you think? Have you ever spent time with family and found yourself caught in the middle of two people who have been married so long they have perfected the art of driving each other crazy? Rate the post, leave a comment, and tell me about your own family travel adventures.
Thanks for reading BeingKevin.
In a world built on scrolling past everything in seconds, I genuinely appreciate you stopping here for a moment. If the post gave you something to think about, made you laugh, or even made you disagree, I’d love to hear from you in the comments. A quick rating helps, too, and goes a long way toward supporting the site. And if you’d like to help keep BeingKevin going, a small tip is always appreciated — never expected, but deeply valued. Thanks again for being here
Thanks for reading BeingKevin.
In a world built on scrolling past everything in seconds, I genuinely appreciate you stopping here for a moment. If the post gave you something to think about, made you laugh, or even made you disagree, I’d love to hear from you in the comments. A quick rating helps, too, and goes a long way toward supporting the site. And if you’d like to help keep BeingKevin going, a small tip is always appreciated — never expected, but deeply valued. Thanks again for being here
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