Before I go to the airport, I thought I would post these here. I’ve been cleaning up my files as I am never as organized as right before and right after a holiday. They are left over bits from last year, mostly. Fragments and dead ends like what you’d find in that junk drawer in your kitchen. You might be looking for a battery for your smoke alarm, but hey what’s this, a dollar store bag of assorted elastic bands!
My gym cost me $4 every two weeks. I forgot to mention that. It’s a stripped down version of a gym, essentially back to basics, taking away all of the things that were bolted onto gyms over the years, like smoothie machines and personal trainers. I’ve been overindulging in health and wellness lately, but why not? Sometime the pendulum swings the other way.
It’s funny, just a couple of years ago, retirement started coming up in conversations with people and now I would like nothing more than to do just that. I’m 56 which is too young to retire, but it would be awesome. I could live out the next twenty years with…actually I would do pretty much what I do now.
I wouldn’t join a mall-walking club. I wouldn’t tag along with the missus to Costco. Sad to see old guys with no imagination like that.
If I opened a furniture store, I’d call it ‘Ottoman Empire’.
I haven’t shaved since the first week of August and here we are in the early days of September. I look like Sean Connery on Jeopardy, looking like Nick Nolte in the movie where he was a bum on the streets of LA — Down and Out in Beverly Hills. Looking good, different, the world’s most interesting man. I’m leaving the gym, dressed for the rodeo, walking slow and I glance around and catch a middle aged mom looking at me. She looks away, but I don’t. She is very fit. I’m not too shabby. I look better with a beard. It makes me more interesting. It makes me more dangerous.
We went to the movies. I wanted to see “Once upon a time in Hollywood” and
I wasn’t disappointed, especially the ending was so satisfying.
I won’t go into a full movie review here. There are a lot of other places that will do a much better job than I can do on that.
As we we were entering the theatre the young aggressive business girl who tried and tried to steal my clients in June said hello. “Jeeze, I’m bumping into you all the time now”, she said, like we were the best of friends.
I had an hour and a half phone call with Jack and Bobby about all the things she did. She’s good at deceit. Unfortunately there is nothing I or anyone else can do. The system is broken and her kind is the result.
Back to the movie, I just love movies and TV shows set in the 70s. It gives me so much pleasure to see the big cars, the grimy cities. I love the music and marvel at some of the fashion. Some of it is great. Some is silly.
Last summer when we were blasting through America on our way to Yellowstone, I noticed that every little town had a Dollar General. If it didn’t have a Dollar General, I would comment, “This town is even too small for a Dollar General”. I thought that was a real burn.
The thing about dollar stores is that they are a guilty pleasure. I don’t like to shop. I don’t like to spend money but there are so many neat little things that I see and think, “I can use this”. Things like what? Little bungie cords, clips that act as fridge magnets, little plastic containers, stationary in the form of little notebooks, big notebooks and recipe cards, kitchen things like steel wool. Nothing that ever really makes it onto a shopping list but there it is on full display and only a dollar, or maybe two. I just get it. I’m sure it will be useful