Ok, ok, I missed my Friday post by a few hours, but don’t count me out yet!
A great friend once told me that retirement is six Saturdays and a Sunday. My father told me that the Golden Years can kiss my ass.
Both of these things are true.
This has been both a horrible and a wonderful week, all wrapped up in a pretty, ugly, painful and joyous seven days. You know….Life.
Both my wonderful husband and I have visited the hospital for various reasons. My beautiful Jennifer/daughter arrived on Thursday for a long-planned visit. She is glorious happy, in her reserved, graceful, rather shy way.
We have wormed our way around illness somehow, and she and I are going antiquing in about an hour, a passion we share.
So forgive me if I am 9 hours late for my Friday post. I have been terribly retired this week, and the Golden Years have been kissing my ass quite a lot.