The Best Laid Plans

Well, for 1024 days of this blog I planned to retire on 2/15/2015.  I guess that plan worked out okay. Friday was my final payday.  It looks like it was a pretty good one, I guess the last one should be.  I got my payment for annual leave (which I didn't expect for another month.)  That relieves a little anxiety.  In a couple of weeks I'll let you know how it's workin' out for me.

I had planned to blog daily for the last 10 days before I retired.  I only missed one day.  That's a  90% success rate, far bettter than I expected.

Let's look at some other plans.  I had planned for more than two years to have a Scorpion at Lucy's Retired Surfers' Bar on Third Street in Baton Rouge on Friday the 13th of February.  That didn't happen.  We'll see about Friday the 13th of March.  

I had planned to attend my first post retirement Ethics Board Meeting yesterday.  That didn't happen either. I had also planned to post this blog Friday night.  I guess that makes me 2 for 5.  (Still a better batting average than I would have expected.)

I started writing this on Saturday afternoon while sitting with my mother in a hospital in Selma, Alabama. She's 97, dehydrated, has a touch of bronchitis, and hadn't eaten for three days when my brother and sister-in-law called the ambulance to bring her here.  When I got here she wass doing better than I expected, but as I may have mentioned, she's 97.  She doesn't hear very well (did I mention she's 97?)  I'm 57 and I don't hear very well.  Anyway that doesn't make it easy to converse.

It is Sunday afternoon now, and I'm back at the hospital.  I got her to eat a few bites of lunch yesterday, and a little more today.  She has been more out of it today than yesterday.

Anyway, I'm going to give up on thinking of anything interesting to say and post this thing.

I have been retired for 7 days now.  (That's gonna get old fast.)  Letterman will retire in 87 days.  (That will too, but at least it can last no more than another 86 days.)  I'll spare you my more morbid countdowns.  It's only 18 days until the Grand York Rite Sessions in Baton Rouge.  I guess I need to get my reservations in the mail.

You kids get off my lawn.