May 16, 2007

I hid under the Trumpet vines, trying to take pictures of birds at one of the feeders. All I got was this dopey sparrow.



Our Wednesday night bowling league ended tonight. It will be a relief to have some time away from bowling. I normally bowl two nights a week but during the summer months I am cutting back to one. I would cut back to zero, but the Sea Food King needs a partner for Wednesday nights this summer and he is so pathetic when he begs that I had to give in.

I also visited our financial planner today to discuss setting up an account to pay me some walking-around money when I no longer have a job. I think it will work out pretty good. The key is to not take too much, so as not to jeopardize our old age. Our financial plan should work if Mrs. Sneed works until she is 90. I need some one to break the news to her.






Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky


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5 comments:

Bobby D. said...

Dopey Sparrow--he does look a little clueless. As far as retirement goes, it is such a crapshoot-- I could die young, like my parents did, or live to an age like 103, 97, ... 99, like 3 of my grandparents did. That is so screwed up! It's like should I have the massive stroke in a few years or 50? I am clueless as to what to do!

ps I know you read! grrrr.

Kurt said...

I find that since I lost my affection for the things of this world, my expenses are VERY low. I buy food, I buy health insurance, and that's about it.

Bob Dylan said...

I still have affection for sparrows and doves...

Bobby D. said...

"I hid under the Trumpet Vine"

a great first line for your novel, Merle!

once you retire why don't you write a book?

Flawed And Disorderly said...

Oh! Poor Mrs. Sneed! Ha ha! That's not fair!