Retirement Odyssey . . . R+65

Mental Health Update

I was taken to the woodshed, figuratively speaking *, by some of my feckless readers, due to the length of my last posting. Either that or they didn't understand who the initials stood for, nor did they "get" the link between the initials & witty riposte (or "ripost," according to dictionary.com). Also, they may be dismayed by the frequency of my blog posts. Conventional wisdom says that a new blog post shouldn't be posted more than once every few days. 

To that I say this:

1. My blog will be shorter today or perhaps not as dense.
2. I reminded myself that it's my blog & I blog for self-therapy.
3. Look what happened to the Democrats & "She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named", due to their "conventional wisdom." [Sometimes I crack myself up.]
4. In my daily quiet time I've been working through the Book of Exodus, & there is nothing, thus far, that speaks to the issue of blogs . . . neither their length nor frequency.

* Oh, I'm terribly sorry for inflicting my secondary English major acumen on you. You'll have to go onto dictionary.com yourself & look up "figurative."

Man's Best Friend Update *

* continued on FRI 5/5

I realized that I haven't blogged much about Sammy for awhile. I confess that I have been woefully lacking in taking the beast out for regular walks for quite some time. The proof is in his paunch. *

• I'm at my daughter's house in Lincoln. I walked Sammy around the block this morning.
• Because of the plethora of oak trees in the neighborhood, there is also a plethora of squirrels . . . fat, cocky squirrels.
• Result? When Sammy sees a squirrel that he thinks he can assasinate, he goes into "crouch & stalk" mode.
• If I let him, he'll advance as close as he can. If the squirrel doesn't scamper up a tree too soon, Sammy will suddenly lunge.
• This may be the year of my first rotator cuff surgery.

* Mine, too.

Political Musings *

* continued on FRI 5/5

For the most part, I've tried to continue my political moratorium that began as something I gave up for Lent. Although Lent officially terminated when we celebrated Easter, I'm still trying to restrain myself. But it's hard! I think some people on one side of the family *

are intentionally trying to provoke me.

• From the Lincoln Journal Star (5/4):  "Governor says he'll move fast to collect inmate DNA. Gov. Pete Ricketts said Nebraska will take 'swift action' to get prison inmates' DNA samples after a report revealed that dozens of inmates have refused to comply w/state law requiring felons to submit them . . . "  This is very disappointing to me, not so much that there are prisoners who refuse to submit to DNA testing. Isn't that what we would expect? It's disappointing because anybody who watches procedurals on Netflix, ranging from Blue Bloods, to N.C.I.S., to the CSI franchise can tell you that you can get DNA by being a little sneaky w/a person's water glass and/or toothbrush and/or haircut. The governor & NE State Corrections officials shouldn't need me to point this out to them.

* You know who you are. Ask yourself, "Do I really want to get into a FB war w/the Nebraska Cornhusker Blogger?"