Life returns to some sort of normal rhythm broken always by the unexpected.
My money man came by yesterday with paperwork. Transferring the Pacific Life Annuity into another form of Annuity seems sensible. I have always hated that annuity feeling as if I got roped into something I didn’t understand. Lots of signatures. G get’s the remaining moneys when I die. Or it goes to the kids. I get less now, but in the long run it’s a better set up.
He advised me to take the trips I’ve wanted to take. There’s enough money in another account. I’ll think about spending that wildly when we finish repaying ourselves for the Panama trip.
Swim, work at the Discovery shop, play with my photographs, write, grocery shop. Enjoy the cool fogs of June too. I start back at the gym with weights today. Add that to the rhythm of my days. I call Bobbie yesterday. It was my turn. She was very cranky, and I heard echoes of my long ago crankyness in her voice. I’m not at all cranky these days not even over my still painful hip.
Comic Con is almost here. The joy and madness of the crowds and costumes always delight me. We ordered a scooter there too. I could have never walked nine hours at the fair, but with a scooter I could walk and ride. Walk more. At least walking helped balance out the cream puff and the half bar of fudge. Next year I will walk the whole fair. Walk all of Comic Con too.