Shades of My First Year!

It is amazing to me that over 700 people have read the few things I have written this year.  I've been on hiatus, but now I think it's time to write again.  I've been working in the Imperial Valley Desert Museum curating archaeological treasures and riff-raff.  I've met new people, seen new sites, run over several endangered desert animals on my 60+ mile ride through the desert each museum day.

I've been reading about Hemingway's first wife, "The Paris Wife," until I am tired of both of them and the thought of visiting a cafe in Paris sickens me. I'm a traitor to my book club, LB Book Sluts, please forgive me!  I've been reading about "50 Shades of Grey", until I'm actually sick of hearing about orgasms.  I'm a traitor to my sex, Menopausals for Sex Exhaustion, please forgive me!!

I've been in the mountains, lived in the desert and at the Beach, visited foreign shores, and more.  My first year of retirement has been nauseatingly wonderful.

A spousal surgery, a trip to the Sierra's, then Christmas with all the fam., Archaeology classes, long walks and talks in the desert.  Cruise to Canary Islands, the home of my 15 times removed, possible greater than great granddaddies!  To Morocco, Spain and Portugal then back again...I could do a whole rif on jet lag, but will wait until another day when I'm not so happy to express that little diddy!

Health is good, hubby is attentive.  We're learning yet again to love each other in a new setting and new
time.  If anyone tells you that marriage is boring, send them my way!  Not bored yet!!  This new adventure has had mostly ups, a few uncertain depths, but in general we are livin' the dream.

I know it's fashionable to be anxed about changing circumstances and I suppose I could work up a tear or two about something, but I'm damned pleased so far.  Dogged depression is always more interesting and much funnier, but happiness can be funny too....

Take for instance the annoying fact that we wake up every night and talk, laugh and sometimes deeply discuss "50 Shades" (if you get my drift)!  Not something I would do when I had to hit the highway daily.  Fun and funny and very sexy!  Who needs tragedy when I can get midnight comedy, tickles and grins in the wee hours and still Z-out 'til mid-day!

Instead of 50 Shades of fucked up and Grey, I'm kind of 50 shades of peuce, or is it mauve.  Anyway, retirement suits me and I'm stitching it to fit me....More adventures and a few more Shades to come.  And maybe I'll try Paris anyway...What the hell!!