The problem

 That Car:

For today:

I am a busy body, I seem to NEED to be doing something.  Before retirement I was a workaholic.   Before my sister Shirl passed away Sherry and I visited some assisted living facilities, in her behalf. We both liked most of them. We even agreed it would not be bad for us about now to get aboard.  I even like the idea, EXCEPT what do you do with all that time?

I mentioned to Sherry, maybe if they would hire me (on at min. wage) part time as a maintenance man. I could handle it. That sounds like a good idea to me.

What else would you suggest? Now forget TV and movies, my hearing can handle only a little of that.

I know several people who can enjoy spending time crocheting, maybe I could learn that.

I enjoy painting, maybe…..

One thing that could keep me busy is writing. I have written several books but none have much depth.  I have thought about evening classes in writing at a local college, I might like that and get inspired again.  All my writing has been mostly to satisfy my need to stay busy anyway.

BUT dadgummit, I need tools. I need to FIX something. That satisfies something in my psych (is that said right?)  (Psych: the mind: mental processes and activities.)

I know Sherry gets tired of it. But about the time I get a house or Trailer remodeled or changed to suit us (me), I am sorta ready to sell and find a fixer upper.

You just cannot do that in a ‘facility.’  Wait a minute, isn’t the hospital and jail a ‘FACILITY’, lemme think about this some more….

Nite Shipslog