Ok I did not blog yesterday and all I can say is DWTS. Yes, Dancing With the Stars. It is a terrible excuse, but I am using it.
Yesterday was a crazy busy day. After ignoring my desk and 6 days worth of mail, (and we get a lot of mail) I got Jack to school, ran over to my bagel place (they remembered me though I have only been there twice since my retirement), then back home to meet with contractors who are tearing our backyard apart looking for a leak in our pool plumbing and re-landscaping the non-pool area of the yard, and re-doing our master bedroom closet (you all know I am a slave to fashion), then plowing through the stack of mail and 194 e-mails, creating a 29 item action list (Butch would be proud of me.), called my financial advisors to get some questions answered and answer some of their questions, confirm some confirmations (we live in a strange world don't we?) for a trip to New York I am taking tomorrow, help Devin empty our master bedroom closet (not quite Carter and Herbert and King Tutt's crib, but close), hunt down realtor extraordinaire Mike Ameel concerning our commercial property we are trying to wrap up, pick up our cat who had an echo cardiagram (not a happy cat when I got there. They asked me to come in the back room to help get Sebastian back in its Sherpa case. I had no idea he had so many sharp scary looking teeth. I thought about telling Devin he died and leaving him there, but reconsidered and they brought a guy with these gloves you use to handle nuclear waste, but I digress), made it home just in time to go out and grab some essentials for the pantry.
By the time we finished a delicious meal of pizza and wings, it was time for DWTS. After that it was my bed time. Well I did read the IBD (Investor's Business Daily) and a book sent to my by Bob S., Vineyard at The End of The World, about the unappreciated Malbec Grape from Argentina. Off to a good start, I like it. Thanks Bob. On my Kindle, I continued Preston's and Spezi's the Monster of Florence, a great history of Florence woven around a modern day murder mystery.
Then it was too late to entertain you all with craziness from Croninland. By the way the ranks of our readership has swelled to 66 people (Ok it has gone up one, picky picky picky.) My sister Kelly has joined our group. Having her own crazy clan of two boys Conor and Rory) and one girl (Cameron) and a very busy husband Ed, she was honest enough to tell me she won't be able to read it everyday.
I admitted I do not write it everyday and even when I do write it I some times don't read it.
Kelly and her family have recently relocated from Las Vegas, Nevada to Minot North Dakota and they are adjusting very well to the climate and cultural change. Welcome aboard the Salve Lucrum blog train.
Today, I had the pleasure of actually doing some of the 29 things from my action list, but had a chance to have lunch with my former CFO, Gary P. It was good to touch base with him and hear all the good stuff going on at the Zoo, I Mean PADI. I am glad he is doing well and things are pushing along with me. Not that I ever thought differently.
One of my many chores today was waiting to pick up some prescriptions at the pharmacy today. (How many times can you put the word "today" in a sentence?) I now am as well known at the pharmacy as I am at Hanna's. The sound of, "Hey Mr. Cronin." From Albert behind the counter does not have the same effect as the beautiful Deanna, Rachel, Miammi Shanaynay aka Alicia, Beth, Andrea, Dianne, Stephanie, Jessica, Hilary, Ashleigh, Kristin, Brooke, to name a few, saying Hey Mr. Cronin. (Dave H., if I missed any of the ladies please cut and paste this with their names in and resend it to yourself so I don't get poisoned next time I am in.) But I digress.
While standing in line waiting for my Fix, I noticed how many types of hand lotion there are. There were 86 types and sizes of hand lotions. It made me ponder, what kind of society do we live in where you need 86 types and sizes of hand lotion? We only have two hands?
So after my drug score, I looked at the toothpaste aisle. The fact we have a tooth paste aisle should be a warning. 94 different kinds and sizes of tooth paste? While it is true the United Kingdom is just now discovering orthodontia and dental health care (A loyal subject's words not my own.), why do we need 94 different kinds of toothpaste?
Really, come on, we all have teeth and the part we clean is an enamel made of crystalline calcium phosphate. One toothpaste should make us happy. Disgusting.
Later in the day when I was at home completing the sacking of our master bedroom closet, I was counting my white socks. Don't ask why, retirement does weird things to your brain.
54 pairs of white socks. Nuff Said!
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