But, guess what? I've now been retired six years and it never ends. (And, I can never believe that I've been retired that long. I have to look it up every single time. Thank you, LJ) Stuff keeps needing to be done. Like laundry. And finances.
Today I noticed that I have a credit card for which I do not have an account number. It's on the card and I have the card handy right now but what if the card got lost? Or if it was down in the car and I needed the info? Like expiration date or something. Even their website only has the last 4 digits.
So my little mini project this morning was to gather all of my credit card data into one space. The account numbers, the 3 digit codes, the expiration dates and the billing dates. All together and then copied over in a backup place. Done.
It's wonderfully cloudy and cool today with actual rain in the forecast! Looking out over the extended forecast, I can actually see no days where it gets up to even 70 degrees. This is my weather. Heaven. I could probably safely put the air conditioner away. But, this year's setup is so minimal compared to years before and the 'away' spot is now so much easier to move it in and out of, that there's really no hurry. I do need to drain it and I'm not sure how much of a deal that will be. I am going to investigate today so that if I need help, I can rope my house cleaner into helping me when she's here tomorrow.
I'm so looking forward to the benes of cool. Besides just the long sleeves and cozy clothes, there's saying buh bye to those pesky little bugs that enjoy the rest of Zoey's cat food that she doesn't eat. The water that I keep in the car will now always be deliciously cool.
On the down side, it also brings the end of easy spread butter. I love butter and I keep it in a covered dish on the counter. Soon it will not be easy to spread on a thin layer. But that's a small price to pay.
Hurricane foreplay is just torture. I live 3,000 miles from any place Florence might be considering affecting and even I'm feeling the stress. 1989 my parents lived in the middle of Hugo in downtown Charleston, SC. Their house was spared but their good winter clothes - stored at their dry cleaners - took flight and were never seen again. Many of the small businesses they used - Daddy's barber, Mom's manicure place and several of their favorite restaurants, never opened up again. I'm sure there are many many many people who still live where they lived when Hugo hit that are being tortured right now by the threat of Florence. Ugh.
It was only a few weeks after Hugo hit, that I experienced a 6.9 earthquake in northern California.
So... I'd like to go on record as being totally against Florence and also any major earthquakes near my home. In other words I'm ratcheting up the NIMBY.