A Fog Bound Trumpion Morning

7:53

Old Glory

It's 7:20 and I have been up since before 6:00, to heavy fog and I still cannot see beyond the end of our dock.  It's a chilly 37º, thus the fog (cold air passing over warmer water).  Occasionally, a silhouette of a bird flies by, breaking through the curtain of fog.  It looks like clouds and some rain once the fog disappears, the forecast actually for the next four or five days.

I have to admit I am getting bored with my days, their sameness and cannot wait for it to warm up some, so we can enjoy the water, our boat, sitting outside on our dock or in the yard.  We have another week here at the lake before we head West so I had better make the most of it, filling my days rather than letting them fly by.  Interestingly, Evie always seems to have something she wants to do, either in the house or out, not me.

Tuesday was one of those days, like many others, where yoga was the only focus of the day, the rest mostly looking for something to do, other than reading, napping, or watching TV.  It made me wonder about other retirees, especially our parents, what they did during their twenty five years of retirement. Were they bored?  Probably some but they seemed happy and productive, enjoying their retirement, my parents playing tennis, participating in Meals on Wheels, visiting with family, many who lived in their neighborhood;  Evie's Dad, traveling extensively, visiting family, and always fixing things for his neighbors; he always had a project.   It's ironic that we spend our first sixty five years wishing we didn't have something to do everyday (work), the last twenty five wishing we did!

So yesterday was another typical day, yoga, coffee and home for a lunch and an episode of Game of Thrones.  Evie, however, was busy, already planning for the visit of our grandson Nick and his two buddies for a week in early June.  She made up a mega recipe of sloppy joes, to freeze and bring out for the boys' lunches.  Today it's baked shells day, as we are taking a couple of batches with us to Nick's graduation party on the 14th of May.  After lunch, Evie made herself go to the gym, then did some shopping at Wegman's.  I read, finished my Deon Meyer crime novel, then did some work in the yard as the rain let up.  Evie was home by 4:00, with a car full of groceries.

Tom's Point: 7:52 PM

7:52 PM

We decided to have an extended cocktail hour, to mourn the presumptive nomination of Donald Trump.  We knew it would be certified by the pundits between 6:00 and 7:00.  So Evie put together our dinner around 5:00, portabello mushrooms with garlic spinach.  When it was time to eat, all she had to do was pop them in the oven for 15 minutes, pull them out and plop an egg on top and put them under the broiler for ten minutes until the eggs firmed.  So we luxuriated on our couch, with wine, endamame, and cheese and crackers, as the evening sky lightened, the sun came out, turning a gray afternoon into a airy evening sunset.

Long Point...Spring Or Fall? 

We had enough by 7:30, so we had a tasty and healthy dinner of mushrooms, spinach and eggs, with a salad of course and a sesame seed bagel, which is as close as we can get to a Turkish simit.  We stuck with the news, listened to Cruz "suspend" his campaign, darn, and Trump, a nasty, thin skinned, blow hard,  fumble through his acceptance blab, with generalities, cliches and repetitions.  We better get used to it.  Listening to him speak in headlines or Twitter speak cannot help but make us appreciate the thoughtfulness, intelligence, and articulateness of Obama.  I am not going to speak of Trump again; he tires me and scares me.