Thursday, September 12, 2013

Retirement, healthy toes and low-carb chocolate cake.

In this post: A retirement milestone, podiatry, assorted nonsense.

Holy mackerel, everybody … I JUST HIT A WHOLE NEW MILESTONE! About half an hour ago I unpublished my Ovation Creative website and launched a simple splash page in its place, announcing to the entire world that I’m no longer accepting new clients or any major projects and everybody should just GO AWAY and LEAVE ME ALONE. (Okay, maybe not exactly that, but you get my drift.) This brings me even closer to complete retirement, marking the first time in more than 25 years that I haven’t operated a business venture of one kind or another. It actually feels good to just STOP, finally. My goal for the next 25 years includes a daily afternoon nap, frightening quantities of Chinese food and fun with Sam ... but not necessarily in that order.

I had an appointment with my podiatrist this morning. In case you give a crap about this — although I can’t imagine why you would — I go every three months to get my toenails cut. I’m not joking. Diabetics are never supposed to do toenail maintenance by themselves because we all have crappy feet that are prone to infection, and I’d definitely never trust my toes to a bozo at an ordinary nail salon with their germ-ridden tubs and tools. So that’s why I see Dr. A four times a year. Plus he’s a nice dude and the office is maybe 60 seconds from Howdygram headquarters. (It’s so close I can leave the house five minutes late for an appointment and still get there on time.) The map below indicates: A) Howdygram headquarters; B) my podiatrist’s office; C) our favorite cattle ranches; and D) Denny’s, where you’ll always get the world’s finest Senior Scrambled Eggs.
For your possible interest I’ve also highlighted our favorite shortcut to Wal-Mart when we don’t feel like taking Barnes Bridge to Galloway or Belt Line to Town East.

As soon as I finish up this post I plan to bake myself a low-carb chocolate cake with a mountain of white fluffy frosting ... two new products that arrived yesterday from I’m so excited I almost can’t stand it. The entire cake — not each slice, the whole damn cake! — only has 11 grams of carbohydrates, and the frosting has ZERO. I refuse to share this with anybody and intend to have one hell of a great time watching “Project Runway” tonight.
Please don’t call or annoy me between 8 and 9:30 p.m. Thank you for reading this.

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