Counting the Days

Unless you’ve been living in a cave somewhere in the world, you’re more than aware of the daily headlines here in the US.  And, by daily headlines I mean the never-ending O.M.G. when will it end presidential election.

As we sat in our assigned cubicle talking with the social security representative I looked at Abi and thought, “Wait! What?! How did we get here?”

Never let it be said that there is not a lot to shout about when it comes to points programs.  Abi and I have been working the points programs for years (and years).  And I talk about Hilton so much that maybe one day the company’s powers-to-be will pay me to stay with them!  Ha!

I can’t be 60-years-old.  I simply cannot be 60.  Six-oh-no!  When did it happen?  How the hell did it happen?  I remember my mother at 60.  Sixty was my mother, not me.  Sixty sounds so old. But, the day has arrived. No matter how I fought it. It arrived. Today.  My birthday.  Can I just skip this day?

We’re about to ring in 2016.  For the life of me I’ve never understood the hype over ringing in a new year.  Over a million people in Times Square?!  I’ll pass.  Home in front of the fireplace watching a classic movie, munching popcorn and popping a bottle of bubbly at midnight (if we’re still awake) is what I call a good idea.

The Monday after Thanksgiving.  Cyber Monday.  Are you shopping online today while eating a turkey sandwich? I just finished off the last piece of pumpkin pie. So good.

I caught the gist of the phrase based on what I was hearing on the news, but I have to admit I still went to everyone’s back-up source and Googled the term.

We’ve been living the life of retirement – or as we like to call it living carefree – for 1 year and 25 days or so the daily ticker on the blog tells me. But I don’t yet know what that means – retirement. I have no idea.

I’ve been a bad, negligent, absentee writer of blog posts; of telling stories.  Mea culpa.  How did it get to be October?  My absolute favorite time of year and I barely have time to notice.

When we left Oregon, in October 2014, just shy of 1 year ago, we never looked back.  Not even once.  When you feel it in your gut, and you know you’re doing the right thing, you just take that leap of faith and run with it.