It’s tougher than you might think, being retired and trying to find a second wind as some kind of creative writer — an ambition I call, after 41 years as a newspaper reporter and editor, “Making It All Up.” For one thing, it seems to require discipline, which is a bit of shock to …
Cameron the bike rider, Cooper the resting dog, caballos the free-roaming, camera amateur with legs. Turquoise guy. Evening sentinel. Pathfinder.
Finally got filing cabinets labeled.
Here I am at home on Sunday, last day on a newspaper payroll, gate swinging open to retirement. Sunny day. Good coffee. Office window open to the breeze. Coop at my side. Sunday media, in which I am no longer complicit after 40-years of toil, a mouse click — or not — away. I have …
So far, retirement means: Unlimited time to read but also dozing off at the drop of a hat. Confused dog with disrupted sleep schedule. New colleagues: Health care workers, insurers and Social Security staff. Possibly excessive attention to meal times and nutritional values. Fortunately, I am still alert enough to also keep my eyes on …
— This morning is the last of Round 1 of lung cancer treatments — the end of a coordinated radiation and chemotherapy plan to first shrink the tumor and then get rid of it, hopefully, with surgery. Apparently, I won’t know much about the effects of Round 1 until late April and CT scans. There …
dream ranch 