Well, here we are in 1965. I don’t know what to say about all of us.
All of us 1965
I was wondering and wrote about it
Well, here we are in 1965. I don’t know what to say about all of us.
What is reading to you? A high school English teach once described “escapist literature” and my righteous teenage self railed against the insult to Nobel Wonderful Books. This mini library, on Holgate Boulevard in Portland, Oregon, states “Reading is a magic key to take you where you want to be.”
Where is your next book taking you?
Many people obsess on their 401(k) and IRA balances when preparing for retirement. They would do well to obsess on activities. This was central to my planning. The finances were on auto-pilot. The what to do and when to do it took a lot more thought. It’s more personal than financial planning. We each have a fairly unique set of interests.
One of the activities I’ve planned is more cooking. Lots more cooking. This loaf, Irish Soda Bread, is a start. I’ve not baked bread in years, may be even decades.
A friend asked, “what do you miss?” In the weeks when only one foot could take weight many activities were put on hold. Roasting coffee among them. Being on two feet makes the basement stairway walkable. That restored basement and garage access.
Yay! I’m roasting again.
The photo show labels from recent batches of green beans.