Time Flies When You Do Nothing

I had a Christmas card yesterday telling me how much the person enjoyed my blog ... then reminded me I had not posted anything in quite awhile. I looked back and it has been a month. Time flies when you do nothing, I guess.

The problem with being retired and doing nothing on a daily basis is that it is so hard to have "adventures." All my life I have bounced from one adventure to the next. Teachers in the lounge always seemed to enjoy my adventures, but alas I remain adventure-less.

I guess there was a bit of excitement here today. The neighbor lady asked me to give a key to the painter she had hired, which I kindly did. However, the neighbor had forgotten to disarm her security system. Shortly after the painter arrived and started working, two patrol cars rushed up and blocked in the painter's car. One patrolman went to the door with his hand on his gun! Barb and I watched the whole thing from the window. Sort of like Mr. and Mrs. Kravitz on the old Bewitched show. I guess her security system works.

Barb and I both sing in choruses that put on Christmas shows this month, and both were great successes. That was interesting to the two of us, the other chorus members, and the audiences, but hardly makes a great adventure story for a blog. The shows were supposed to be great and they were. Great shows ... boring adventure story.

We did survive Nashville's biggest snow storm in ten years. It snowed about three inches, which doesn't seem like much to my Ohio readers but they don't apparently do anything to remove ice and snow from the roads in Tennessee. We got home safely, so there was no adventure. The next morning we did discover the peril of living on the side of a hill. We could back our car out, but from our condo we couldn't get enough traction to get the car up the hill. So ... we went back inside and just stayed home. The old David would have had a grand adventure story to tell, but there is no adventure when you are sensible and stay home because you really didn't have to go anywhere in the first place.

Now Barb did have an adventure as she discovered that if you drive over one of those cement barriers at the end of a parking space you do some serious damage to the underside of your car. "A guy" in the store knew "a guy" with a wrecker who know "a guy" with a body shop that looked like something no one would ever leave a car on purpose --- unless it was stolen! Barb got toted halfway around Nashville before she said, "Just take me to a Chrysler dealer!" But that's her adventure, not mine.

If being retired means I no longer get to have adventures, I may just have to think about looking for a job.

But then again ... time flies when you do nothing.

(HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL!!!)