Alone

This morning Beth and Mikey left for Las Vegas. There is some trade show there, and they'll be walking tens of miles and hundreds of floors looking at mostly "crapola". Sasha and I stayed behind tending our store, which is somehow dead for the last two days. Sashie opened the store at 10 and I came to join her just a little bit after 12. We had only one customer who didn't buy anything but she can be back - she loved John Robshaw "stuff". Sashie's gone now and I'm hoping for some kind of an action.


An older man just walked in. Medium high, relatively slim, silver hair, permanent suntan complexion and intelligent blue eyes. All "dressed up" in an ocean blue workout "suit" with a white roll-up sweater under the jacket. He was very complimentary about the store. After a little chat (he was interested in some slip covers) he revealed that he used to be a designer for 38 years. Good man.

Now back to almost boring waiting for Godot. In meantime I played with Pirsc's porcelain skull and John Robshaw's bedding.

What do you thing? Do they match together? :-)

Retirement Plan

The statistics on retirement are not good. Basically, they predict that you will drop dead within the first two years that you retire. That did actually happen to two wonderful men I knew that retired from teaching, and I believe that is one of life's great injustices that you could rail against God all day about. There must be some mind-body link to the idea that your purpose for living is over once you retire. I do think that it is unhealthy for me to think that my work is done, so a new career feels just right to me. And it needed to be a career that I enjoyed. You must be thinking that running a store is a radical departure from being a teacher, and you would be right. Most of the day, I feel like an infant because I don't know what people are talking about. However, I am doing this project with my brother, and he knows how to run a store.