â™¥ï¸ Well, chilly weather has silently crept into our area. I woke up this morning, and Alexi (Amazon) informed me that the temperature outside was 32Â° and the high was going to be 44Â°. I have to say that I am not ready for that amount of cold, and it seems like we were fighting temperatures of 95Â° just a few weeks ago. I am thankful that I donâ€™t have leaves to rake and all the other outdoor activities that go with fall. I planned to fly my drone today, but the wind was too stiff, and I had to cancel those plans. I do like having four seasons. I have friends and family who live in California and Florida. They just love having sunny weather all the time, but I enjoy having seasons.
I often write to my good friend (Dale) in Florida and tell him about our cold temperatures, and he takes absolute delight in telling me itâ€™s 75Â° and heâ€™s playing golf every day. I can almost see the broad smile on his face. He lives in what is probably the largest retirement center in the USA, The Villages, and when we visited him a few years back, he tried to convince me I didnâ€™t have to die to go to Heaven; all I had to do was move to â€œThe Villagesâ€! ðŸ˜Š
I am pleased he enjoys his retirement so much. Of course, the people in California are just as bad, if not worse, than Floridians. Everyone out there believes all good things start there and then spread east ðŸ˜Š. I have to admit that I enjoyed myself while visiting both places, but if I had to pick, then it would be the west coast. My biggest concern would be the lack of rain they get yearly. Seems they are constantly fighting wildfires and the destruction of many, many homes. We have relatives that live in California, and we worry about their welfare.
Bottom line, there is a distinct possibility that any place you live on this planet has its pros and cons. We know those and still choose to live in that area. My primary reason for living in this area is because I came here in 1963 looking for a job at the local shipyard. I have been here for 58 years and have made my last move. Thereâ€™s a sadness to that thought, but we all make our final move at some point in our life. Mine came sooner than I thought ðŸ˜Š.
I enjoyed this quote by Huck Finn, â€œainâ€™t we got all the fools in town on our side? And ainâ€™t that a big enough majority in any town?â€
â™¥ï¸My usual routine is to work out at the gym on Tuesday and Thursday. I walk up there from our cottage around 2:30pm, set my Fitbit watch for 51 minutes, and cycle thru the fifteen machines they have that will turn me into Charles Atlas. Seldom do I encounter anyone else, but occasionally a guy about my age, in a wheelchair, comes in and goes thru his paces, and he works harder at it than I do. I am always impressed when he rolls in and starts his workout. Like me, he has recognized that if he wants to stay healthy, he has to do healthy things and keep moving.
I read an article a while back that said we start losing muscle mass in our thirties. Iâ€™m guessing that the muscle fades away, and fat slowly takes its place ðŸ˜Š. At least thatâ€™s what happened to me. Anyway, back to the person in the wheelchair. As he goes from station to station, he struggles in and out of his chair but never complains, and when I get the chance to observe his face, I see a look of satisfaction in what he is doing. Itâ€™s as though heâ€™s defeating an enemy. What an inspiration!
When I leave the house, I put in my earbuds, turn on an audiobook, head for the gym, and keep the book going until I return home. Itâ€™s a job for me, but not for him. Itâ€™s a battle, and heâ€™s gonna win! I need to find out what he puts in his water that gives him that drive and enthusiasm.
When lifting weights, you can always tell how hard a person is working by how much they grunt. This fellow grunts a lot! As for me? Well, I seldom grunt, so you can see how much good Iâ€™m doing. My excuse is that Iâ€™m just toning my muscles, not trying to build muscle mass. Sounds kinda lame to me. I think Iâ€™m gonna try to do better, work harder, and see how it turns out. Who knows, maybe Iâ€™ll get that Charles Atlas look.
Edgar Allan Poe said it so well, â€œThose who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.â€ Ahh heck, that Charles Atlas thing is probably a pipe dream ðŸ˜Š.
â™¥ï¸ We had dinner a few weeks ago with our newly acquired friends, Mike & Mary, and they invited us back to their apartment to enjoy a glass of coffee brandy. I had never tasted brandy before, and neither had my wife, so we thought it would be a fun thing to do. We walked into their living room, sat down, and the conversation began. We old people have no difficulty keeping a robust discussion going because we have so much to draw from. Itâ€™s sorta like a well thatâ€™s full and one thatâ€™s only half-full. Shortly, Mike says, â€œAre you ready for some brandy?â€ We responded positively to his question, and off he goes to the next room and brings back four glasses and a hefty-looking bottle. He says we need to swirl it around in our mouth to get the flavor before swallowing. My wife followed his instructions and as the brandy departed her mouth for a trip to her stomach, her face conveyed the look of someone that had just swallowed a lizard. Mike looked at her and asked if she liked it, and her reply was an adamant â€œNo!â€ as she shook her head. She immediately handed me what remained in her glass and asked me to drink it for her. I enjoyed both glasses of that potent stuff, but then, most men never need a reason to drink alcohol. Many of the women here enjoy a good glass of wine. My favorite alcoholic drink is beer, but itâ€™s Jack Black & Coke for more potent stuff. For those unfamiliar with the term, itâ€™s Jack Daniels Bourbon (black label-they also have a green label). The black label is aged longer in their oak barrels.
We visited with Mike & Mary for about an hour, and during that time, he took us into his Den to allow us to see his â€œBaptist Bar.â€ He had a large, wooden world globe sitting beside his chair, and it opened up to reveal his selection of alcoholic drinks. I could tell he enjoyed having that bit of deception by the great big ole smile on his face. It always amazes me how little it takes to make us old guys happy ðŸ˜Š. We left their home, pleased that we had made new friends, and walked back to our cottage about 5 minutes away. I noticed on the way that my legs were a little wobbly, and Iâ€™m guessing the brandy had a little kick to it. Needless to say, I slept well that night.
We are thankful that The Lord is faithfully sending new friends in our directions, sometimes almost weekly. I often wonder why it took me so long to value friendships. Oh well, better late than never!
Benjamin Franklin said, â€œThe way to see by faith is to shut the eye of reason.â€ Iâ€™m not so sure I agree with him. I think reasonable men can have faith.