I am on my way to Georgia this morning. Thankfully, it is one of the states that doesn't allow people to keep wild animals. I won't have to worry about hitting some poor lion on the interstate or being mauled by a bear as I go from my car to the hotel. I saw enough photos of the dead animals on TV to last a long, long time. Enough with the carnage, media folks.
I won't even go into the gruesome stuff about the death of Gaddafi. And I have seen enough celebratory shooting of AK47's on full automatic for a while. I couldn't help but wonder how many of the celebrants were killed because someone tripped while shooting on full auto.
I met with a fellow yesterday who is going to paint the upper decks and cockpit on the sailboat. He is a good fellow and does excellent work. We will be working side by side to do the job starting on Monday. I had a bit of anxiety about the cost of doing this. But I will save a bunch by being his helper. Being retired gives me opportunities to do all kinds of things. And I seem to take on more every day. How do people that are retired say that they have nothing to do? Who has time for a Barcalounger?
My wife's parents are enjoying the caretaker couple who live with them. They are eating, gaining weight, getting driven to appointments and doing well. I learned that the couple are used to managing huge estates. Their last gig was for a wealthy Saudi. Who knew that caretakers have agents who look world wide for work in mansions? But they are kind and gentle with the parents. And at the moment, all is going well. Living in a palace may be underrated.
Well, I am going to throw some clothes together. I am even taking underwear. And will head out shortly to hit the road to Georgia. I am going to take some back roads and my camera. Pumpkin patches and corn mazes as well as spooky old houses come to mind. Who knows what I might see? Hopefully, not a zebra on main street.