This is my second blog.

My first blog chronicled my experiences over three years caring for my dad as he lived through and finally died from Alzheimer's. That is the book that is for sale.

This second blog kind of chronicles of life, what it is like to start your life over in your late 50's. After caretaking, you are damaged, file bankruptcy, and the world doesn't care what you did. After 8 months of unemployment, you wake each day knowing the world doesn't want you. Finally you do find a job, 5 weeks before homelessness, but doing what you did 30 years ago and getting paid what you did 30 years ago. So this is starting over.

The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.

Saturday, March 22, 2014


I was watching Sherlock, episode 4, for what is probably the fourth time, tonite.  Have you seen them?  

The scene where they are having a Xmas party and Sherlock, after sticking his foot in his mouth, leans over to kiss Molly and say thank you for the present.  Just as he finishes, his phone text sound plays, which is the fulfilling moan of a woman.  Molly embarrassingly says it was not her and Sherlock says it was me.

Now how I've missed this before is beyond me, but Inspector Lestrade then says "What? Already?"

Absolutely cracked me up.  How did I miss that!