Weird things start happening once you do.
My effective date of retirement was this August 1 past, and for a variety of reasons I promised myself I would never get another pet. Yet before I had been retired even two weeks a cat FORCED her way into my house and never left. And I don't mean leaves and then comes back every few days. She stayed and just took over the place.
And she is a black cat, one year old; absolutely the worst sort of pet for me to have at this stage of my life. But instead of viewing her as a safety hazard I have adopted the position that the cat is an omen I shall have many years of retirement. My cats nearly always live well into their teens.
Even stranger, this afternoon I was visited by four police officers driving three cruisers (must have been a slow day for the police). Someone had not seen me out and about for a few days and had called the police to come check on me. When I came to my door the senior officer recognized me immediately and told me he had been my library student worker. In 1996 (!). Then he says that back then he had long hair, was in a rock band, and played bass. I replied that there was a time when I had long hair, was in a rock band, and played bass. Coincidence on top of irony!
I brought out one of my 6072s and all were suitably impressed. Then he showed me a cell phone photo of him and his long hair and his Peavey and another of his Hofner Beatle, which for him is a grail bass.
All so very, very strange, and how do I explain this?
Keep your day job.
My effective date of retirement was this August 1 past, and for a variety of reasons I promised myself I would never get another pet. Yet before I had been retired even two weeks a cat FORCED her way into my house and never left. And I don't mean leaves and then comes back every few days. She stayed and just took over the place.
And she is a black cat, one year old; absolutely the worst sort of pet for me to have at this stage of my life. But instead of viewing her as a safety hazard I have adopted the position that the cat is an omen I shall have many years of retirement. My cats nearly always live well into their teens.
Even stranger, this afternoon I was visited by four police officers driving three cruisers (must have been a slow day for the police). Someone had not seen me out and about for a few days and had called the police to come check on me. When I came to my door the senior officer recognized me immediately and told me he had been my library student worker. In 1996 (!). Then he says that back then he had long hair, was in a rock band, and played bass. I replied that there was a time when I had long hair, was in a rock band, and played bass. Coincidence on top of irony!
I brought out one of my 6072s and all were suitably impressed. Then he showed me a cell phone photo of him and his long hair and his Peavey and another of his Hofner Beatle, which for him is a grail bass.
All so very, very strange, and how do I explain this?
Keep your day job.
