For about 45 minutes after dinner Noah and I went out back to play. He brought out his soccer ball and we kicked it around the yard. Apparently Noah and some of his friends at school kick the ball around during recess. He had much to discuss about whether or not it is a "hands" call if the ball touched your arm. I suspect that this is an area of conversation on the playground. You know where does the hand start? And if you accidentally use your hand is that a penalty. I'm sure that if they had them yellow cards would be flying like leaves out on the elementary soccer field.
With my retirement looming I feel that I need an activity, a reason to get up in the morning. A quest to give my life meaning. I've been puttering around the house the last few days. Cleaning and arranging things around the house. Moving stuff from one place to another to create what I imagine is order in my life. I'm beginning to realize I've got about as much order in my life as I want. I have found that my most creative ideas come from the chaos around me. So L'm going to take a different route. Last night I was watching "The Hobbit" and thought a quest is what I need. A quest is what it is then. But unfortunately there is no Smaug for me to battle. Using Bilbo Baggins and the Hobbits as my guide on this quest I decided that meals should be part of this retirement quest. Here is my plan. A Quest " Seafood Resturants I'm Goina Eat At " Some of these places I have already eaten at but they deserve a second try. Others are new to me and ...
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