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Some people count their blessings based on material wealth. I guess there is nothing wrong with that really.

For me, I count my blessings with my health (very active at 67, still do 100 push up a day), but most especially the love of my children, and my friends.

I have decided to go back and live permanently in California as I am now fully retired.

I will be very close to all my children and grandchildren and live very modestly and simply. Of course, I still hope to travel the world as I am accustomed to and just smell the roses and enjoy nature which I love very much.

My youngest daughter offered to drive with me and I am more than thrilled with this adventure.

We are leaving today, it takes at least two days before we get back home. I will not be able to baby sit this blog but thanks all for your read and or comment if any.



This was taken in Utah at the salt basin.

On top of the mountain covered with salt.





My poor X5 loaded up to the ying yeng.


My addiction, vegetables.
Last week at the Bay Area's Farrners' market. June 12, 2018



At the corner suite of my favorite place Winstar 19th floor by the North Tower, October 2018

today in Oakland airport, my first time to use it, and quite stressed free. I normally fly through San Francisco, because of Delta and United but boy how easy and less crowded Oakland is. Jan. 20, 2019

And that's the Pacific Ocean behind me through the window.
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Taken today 7/20/22

Here's a very sensitive issue for me. I've been hiding my relationship from my ex-husband and my almost 11 years old son for a long time now. Few months ago, my son picked up my phone and read some messages exchanged between me and my BF. He took the whole thing really well and started teasing me about it, few days later, he grabbed my phone and started chatting to my BF. From that day on, they started talking , exchanged messages and photos. He likes to tease and joke with my BF and would often tell me to marry the guy. Well, things are more complicated than it appears. They have met already and often talked on the phone when my BF and I started dating years ago but for some reason, we had to keep the relationship secret after that.

My son wants to see my BF, he likes him and that somehow makes me feel positive. Every few months my BF comes here but I never let them meet. My BF plans to spend a very nice Christmas with us, this time he is staying at my place...no more hotels. It would be a wonderful Christmas but I'm having second thoughts...I don't think it's a good idea for them to get too close. it does give me a strange feeling that the relationship is getting serious...it scares the heck out of me

How did you introduce you BF/GF to your children ? Was it a happy event ?

Last week, while mending the fence, my neighbour’s wife came over to chat with me. While talking, her seven year old son joined us, asking if he could help me. The woman was astonished. I suppose with five kids in the house she could do with all the help from the children she could get.

“Why don’t you ever ask me that?” she asked him reproachfully.

The boy looked at his mother and asked;”Mommy, can I help the uncle?”

I suppose that boys, even at that age, don’t want to do “a woman’s work”.


Eish, Sunday allready. the weekend is allmost over!

I have often wondered about my purpose here on earth; for I do believe that we are all placed here with a purpose.

I have done ok for myself and there is nothing that I need to be ashamed of in my past; yet I have achieved nothing. I have not written a song, have not published a book and have not planted a proper tree. I have not fathered a son. I have done nothing.

The day I lay my head down my name dies with me; and so does the name of my father. Of the three sons my father sired, I’m the only one still alive and none of us produced a son to carry his name forward. His branch of the bloodline ends with me.

I fathered two daughters, my next brother one and my youngest brother had no children. We were very poor in children. I wonder if it bothers him. After my last brother died in 2000, he asked me if I planned to have more children.

I think he was still hoping for a grandson then.


Sometimes you disappoint people without intending to do so.

At last I have my own place again. When I saw the place, I fell in love with it. It had been badly vandalized during the last year since the previous owner absconded to Mozambique.

All the electrical fittings, wires, and cables were stolen. All the plumbing, including the hot water cylinder, were ripped out. Almost every room have holes in the ceilings as they were searching for the hot water cylinder, aluminum sliding doors and window frames were broken out and even the swimming pool (15 cm of filthy water) filter and pump were stolen and most of the gutters were destroyed.

The house was truly in a bad state but there were so many plusses. Four bedrooms, a massive 75 square meter barbeque room, a garage big enough for three cars, and to top it all, a cozy granny flat. Ah, and then I did not even mention the other 75 sq meter room sitting on top of the barbeque room, also with a fire place and a large balcony.

I made a ridiculous offer for the place, which I thought the bank would reject but they accepted and I became the owner of a 20-year-old ruin.



But now, only a few weeks later, I have rewired the place, restored the plumbing, and had new windows and doors fitted where they were broken out. I have contracted a plumber to install a new hot water cylinder. They installed it on Friday and I have just moved in. Now I’ll tackle the ceilings and have the place painted, leaving the pool for last. I never wanted one. Too much work!

Well, now you know what kept me away from CS for so long, and I suspect that I’ll be busy here for quite a while.

But first tell me, what you want in your stocking? You better get your order in if you have not done so yet. Oh yes, Santa told me that an exceptional large number of people were disqualified this year for being naughty. So if you were naughty this year, don’t bother with the stocking. Sorry, he did not elaborate on what classifies as naughty.

Hmm, what do I want? Now that’s a tough question. I have more or less all the things that I want; well, at least those that I can afford. What I still yearn for is too expensive and too bulky to expect in my stocking. I believe Santa’s budget has been rather tight during the last few years.

It is very unlikely that anybody is going to buy me a red Lamborghini therefore I expect to get the usual shìt; deodorants, aftershave, underwear, socks and so on. These are all items that I’m very fussy on and I’ll probably pass it on to somebody else in the end.

And that brings me to the problem of what to buy for my father. He really has everything he wants. But even when he was younger I never knew what gifts to buy him. With my mother it was easy; flowers was always a winner with her but as she requested no flowers on her grave, there is no need for that anymore. But this does not bring me any closer to a solution.

So what do you buy for a 90 year old man whose only wish is to go softly in his sleep? I don’t know why he wishes for that because he’s still good for a few years. He enjoys a good lifestyle, has a special girl friend (I wonder if they do it ), plenty of other friends, plays Bridge once a week and he still drives his own car..

We have been nagging him for a few years now to get rid of the car but he responded by buying a new car earlier this year. So I cannot even buy him a new set of tires; they’re almost brand new.


Anyway, bottoms up - enjoy whatever you're doing!

HEAR YE HEAR YE!... ITS PAR-TA TIME
IT'S HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ANGEL!... You are indeed such an sweet angel and I love you dearly for who you are! May the Lord bless you with many years to come with good health, prosperity, as your soul also prospers in the knowledge of the Lord...

Ok, e'err-body let's get this PAR'TA on the road!
Love you ANGEL AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!

Received the Judgement from the court today, I am offically divorced. Took a painstaking 9 months to finalize and several trips back and forth to the court house..... (one day after my mom's passing...thanks mom)

Ok, they say things come in 3's, so here they are: Last night my baseball team won their final playoff game to appear in the World Series. In their 54 years existence they have gone to the big dance 5 times. This may be the last time I see it in my lifetime....oh, it's the New York Mets. Sorry for you guys from Chicago who haven't been to the dance in 70, yes SEVENTY YEARS. If you beat the Mets I was ok with that, your so overdue.

Great stock trading this week (still one day to go). So, there it is 3 good things in a short period of time. Now, I know three good things are followed by at least a couple bad things, so I'm ready for ya....hit me with your best shot........

So, all in all 11 months of marriage (cost about 50k) not bad....
If you recall, I met her on another dating site, Skyped for 9 months and met in London and brought her back to the USA. Beautiful woman, very intelligent and 17 yrs my junior....who could ask for anything more.....ughh!!!! My words of wisdom......watch out what you wish for.....And I thank the friends I've made here on CS and totally don't like the in fighting....life is too short to fight with people you don't know....save it for the ones you do know.......

I have few skeletons stashed in my closet and I believe most of us do. I try hard not to think of them, always do my best to forget them but they're there and something would remind me of them from time to time. It's no longer a complete secret but I've hid them from people who are close to me. It never give me a good feeling, in fact it only make me feel guilty but for many good reasons I keep them hidden.

Well I do wonder from time to time whether I should take them to grave or set them free and leave them behind Would you like to be buried with your secrets or would you tell on your deathbed?


A lovely weekend to all of you

Family, that’s one thing. Even the whacky relatives are part of the furniture, but friends are different, friends are the family you choose.

So - if your friend makes friends with someone you really dislike, and wants to be all pals together, what do you do? Smile sweetly and play nice? Point out the new friend is a troglodyte? Or just quietly back off because anyone who can have that as a friend is obviously not the person you thought they were?

You can do that with friends, but it happens in relationships too. SHE disapproves of HIS friends, HE thinks HERS are a pain in the proverbial. SHE thinks he spends too much time out with his buddies, and doesn't need so many boys nights out, especially with those particular boys. HE blames her friends for every glitch in the relationship. And so it goes on.

Who do you choose in a case like that? Love me, love my friends / Dump the friends, or dump the love / Lay down ground rules / other. Well, that's why I'm asking, really. Has it happened to any of you, that your new best person has a toxic friend, and how did you handle it?