How Things Have Changed...Or Not

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Some time ago I wrote about retiring and how and what I had  planned to do. What I found see in retirement was that I was busy with

Setting up at the flea Market

 flea marketing, deciding where to live,

Don't necessarily need a boat. Living near the water is satisfying

Being with family and friends

Sharing a meal, laughing together

adding up my priorities,
 making choices and....getting married? Huh? Uh, No. Not been mentioned anywhere on my agenda that I could see.

No mention of this anywhere on my agenda.

Looking back,  nowhere was:

• get married again,
•  uproot yourself 
• start a whole new life, 
• living with another living being besides 

Poppy. The other living being in my house.

the cat ever written or discussed or considered or even mentioned.
I loved my life view here: Falling In Love With My Life.  If you've followed these posts at all, erratic as they were, I retired, sat down and decided what was important to me and began shedding what was not and pursuing what was. And I didn't regret one decision I made at that time.
But hello, life sometimes gives us what we didn't ask for and ,Voila, there you go. So here I am, very much and happily married.
But flea marketing and ebaying, that's still the same. The rub is.flea marketing requires stuff and stuff has to go somewhere, that's still the same, too. So here we are with

 stuff that was in "my" garage has now been moved to....

Poppy moved, too.

"Our" garage and the car is outside shivering in the cold.
Hmmm. So the point of it is I have to organize the "stuff" and free up the garage somehow. Didn't I have another post about organizing? Yikes! To Be Continued....

Retiring Is The Hardest Work I've ever Done

Having a Job That Excites Me To Excellence

I did say when I get old enough to retire I don't want to just sit around.

I did say when i get old enough to retire I want to do something I enjoy.
Yes, that was my wish. Well, you know that old saying; Be careful what you wish for, it just might come true? My favorite downtime occupation when I had to "work" for a living was garage saling. I found clothes for the kids, furniture that actually did often get repaired and make it into the house and so on. The thrill was not in the finding, however, it was the frequent forays into numerous outposts of garages like the
pioneer ladies beating off bears or crows to get those blackberries that made those conquests very satisfactory. (no, indeed, I was not one of those ladies who ripped those especially juicy buys right out of your hands, you have me confused with someone else!)
Anyway, what would you guess that I would do to suppliment my income a little? If you said sell some of these treasures you would be correct...sort of...but then I would have to go back out into the wilderness, (definition #5. of the online dictionary)"a bewildering mass or collection") and eke (or eek! sometimes) out some new treasures. These in turn would become fodder as new items would catch my attention.
My problem occurs when influx of treasures outstrips outgo of fodder. I was walking around the house innocently minding my own business when this influx-outgo thing just grabbed me and started running me like the stress test at the Dr's office.
Everytime I try to get off I get wholloped by some item whizzing by on it's way in or out of my house. My family was considering an intervention for hoarders so I moved some of it to the garage. That turned out to be a mistake. I went to put my car in there one day and a bunch of things advanced toward it and it wet itself near the tailpipe and now it won't go near the garage without whimpering like a spanked puppy.
I'm having a great time, but I need to go have a cup of coffee so I can make it to bed. Could someone help me find the on/off switch to this thing?