This is what it’s like to get old? …


Yeesh. So this is what it’s like to get old. Some of that may seep through to the kids, but they’ll get another dose of it next week, too.

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January 5, 2015

Ellen/Reid: These past few days after the calendar turned to January have me on edge about next month. Maybe there is a traditional case of cold feet. But I woke up this morning thinking ‘What the hell?…’ Part of it might be that the bank turned me down flat on ‘retirement’ and instead coldly informed me that instead I’d need to submit a formal letter of ‘Voluntary Termination’ and that I’d need to turn in all my company gear, etc. I don’t meet the formal Rule of 60: 10 years of service and my age add up to 60 or more. It’s a bummer of sorts; they could’ve said ‘Congratulations on the pending retirement but here’s the downside …’ but they revert to bank-speak to break the news. I talk to John this week about the finances of it and I suppose none of this is really going to make be back away from the decision. Not that I’m expecting a gold watch or a frosted cake, but I’ll let you know how this all shakes out.

We’re going from almost 70F yesterday to the icebox on Wednesday: 14F is the forecast low. Nothing much by your guy’s standard, but it should be the low point of low temps for us this season. At least one would hope so. Throw another log on the fire.

This example of getting old didn't make the cut in last week's letter. In short, my golf cart tipped in heavy brush, spilling my iPhone and glasses. The phone was located, but I had to return - in the rain - at night to fumble in the undergrowth with a flashlight for the lost spectacles.

This example of getting old didn’t make the cut in last week’s letter. In short, my golf cart tipped in heavy brush, spilling my iPhone and glasses. The phone was located, but I had to return – in the rain – at night to fumble in the undergrowth with a flashlight for the lost spectacles.

Reid, I had a discussion last night with a woman about the ‘Cloud.’ I still don’t get it or understand what it is or why I should use it. My MacBook Air sends me repeated messages each day about how I can’t connect to iCloud due to something amiss with my email. Maybe I should do as you say, and simply stop being afraid and just dive in with experimentation about it. Technology just gives me the creeps but it’s time to get over that.

Stopped at Bass Pro Shops the other day to check out some gear for the Sailfish Smackdown on Jan. 17-18. My current rods/reels can handle about 40 lbs. but what if I stumble upon a truly big fish in the 75 to 200 lb. range? It’d drag me to the bottom or to Bermuda, one of the two. I’ll leave the evening of Jan. 15 and drive about 4 hours, hopefully as far as Savannah, to spend the night at some cheap motel, then head out early Friday morning to get to Dave’s place about 2 p.m.

After 30 minutes of searching, the glasses were finally located. What a ditz.

After 30 minutes of searching, the glasses were finally located. What a ditz.

There’s a Captain’s meeting about 3 p.m. which also appears to double as an extended cocktail hour. Seagoing men apparently like to drink and tell yarns. Hopefully no one will ask about my prior experience. This week I need to order a mandatory VHF radio so I can call in my catch or signal the Coast Guard for help, whichever comes first. You’re not supposed to take the fish out of the water at all. Once you hook it, you call the tournament folks and they come your way to eyeball what you got and then you release it, which is totally fine by me. The two of us aren’t holding our collective breathes about what we might boat. Personally, I don’t care what I catch. Whatever it is will be a personal triumph and another check off my bucket list of fish. Right now it’s a very short list.

The local NFL team, the Panthers, won a playoff game and the whole town is agog about it. I hope they do well but I’d rather spend the day on the golf course or fishing from the kayak. The team plays at Seattle on Sunday night and the suspicion here is that they’ll get rolled.

Bob F. asked me to ride the Harley to Arizona (he’d ride on his big BMW) but I told him that the first thing would be to be relatively close to Minn. for the birth of granddaughter #2. No doubt I will drive up this time. Ellen, I haven’t quite figured out the logistics of when to visit; there is the understanding the grandmothers come first and that’s fine by me. Tell me what your preference is and I will abide by it.

Okay, hooligans. I’m back on the clock at work – and thinking about my ‘Voluntary Termination’ note. Geez.

Love, Dad

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