Cooking the NYTimes and Other Assorted Retirement Activities

Perhaps you remember this song by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young . Yesterday afternoon I called my friend Jeanie to check in.  She answered from the March for Our Lives in Des Moines, Iowa, where it was snowing.  Big, wet flakes. I'm embarrassed to say that I was sitting by the pool overlooking the beach, not marching.   In reading all the accounts of the March and watching the coverage on TV, my overwhelming emotion was one of pride about how our young people have stepped into the breach we adults have left them.  And even as I post this blog, I am not convinced we have taught our children well.  We have left them to fend for themselves and they are ferociously wrapping themselves in clothes of their own weaving.  They look us straight in our hooded, downcast eyes.  Stop it, they say.  We know better--the anthem young people have been singing to their elders for generations and generations.  Children of the 60's believed this with...

We've been in Belleair Beach, FL since March 1.  Since our arrival, the temperatures, on average, have been 10 degrees below normal. So much so, that yesterday the spousal unit said, "I'm getting tired of wearing the same clothes," as in we brought a limited supply of what one would consider cold weather clothing since we anticipated it would be in the middle to upper 70s aka normal temps. Putting this in perspective, 1. this is a first world problem and 2. at home, people are still wearing hats and gloves and scarves.  They have moved from their sleeping bag coats to what the remainder of the world considers common winter coats because spring is (allegedly) on its way.  The calendar says so.  We've moved to daylight standard time. Predominantly it's been sunny and the sun is very warm.  However, the north wind has been gusty and, yes,  it's cold.  Weather forecasters here appear hesitant to say it's cold, especially since March is the Month of S...