The retiree: August 6, 2014

 

It's another routine day for the Hoems. We're sitting around the table eating grapes, reminiscing about the last weekend, when we attended a reunion in Branson, Missouri with about fifty people who represented Wife's family, especially one sister's mob. There were twelve kids in that family, and two-thirds of them made it. The twelve had some 40 or 45 kids—but who's counting—and not all of them were present, thankfully. We came back for a rush-hour trip to the airport.
In the grape-eating crowd is one guest from Spain and five from St. Lucia, and we are talking on Skype with Son who is in Afghanistan, who was activated. Again. We preferred it when he was activated for Germany, but it may be better than when he was activated for the radioactive Tsunami in Japan.
The Lucians got in yesterday, bearing an overload of luggage. It took them a considerable amount of negotiating to make the airlines relent when their bags exceeded the weight limit and the free baggage had to be spread over two people instead of one. We took two cars in order to get tce up running his remote-controlled boat all over Maple Lake. He is trying to attach an underwater camera to the boat, so if you're in the area during the next couple weeks, smile.
Son-in-law hooked up a router to the computer, in what is yet a vain attempt to bring us technically into the 21st century. It is carefully designed to slow down response time on the computer, and to allow others to print things on our printer from far away. That will be useful for Grand-daughters away from home in school. We don't know how printed items will get from here to school, but there may be some travel involved. One thing involved will be getting new print cartridges, since the pictures of warranty work for our siding turned out pink.
Oh, about the warranty work. Some of the requirements for that are impractical to complete, but there's an outside chance I will be able to print pictures of the damage, even if I need a remote controlled boat to take the required shots.
I remember times before my fifth retirement when I had specific deadlines for projects and thought life would be simplified when I finally retired for good. If you are entertaining those thoughts, you should take another think. It doesn't take much to complicate life, and given the progress of humanity in the past, it could get worse.
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