I had to do the math to figure out how long M and I have been married. 34 years. Last year I tried to do the figuring in my head and messed up, and Dani reminded me I had the number wrong. So this year I used a calculator. That's what happens when you get older.
We get too worn out these days, rushing around, so earlier in the week, we went west and I took M to a nice store she likes. She got two "outfits" with pants, a blouse and a kind of jacket thing like a hoodie. One is made of some soft material and is gray. I told her she looks like a mouse wearing it.
She has always been very frugal, and has a hard time spending money on herself. This was an anniversary present shopping trip though. We both got some things we wanted. I got a case of Privi-Partisan 7.5 Swiss , brass cased and boxer primed, from Sportsman's Guide. She likes to go to stores and walk around so that was part of her "treat." I would generally rather stay home and order off the internet.
We worked hard from our teens into our sixties, and I don't see why we shouldn't let go of a nickle now and then. But we are both Scotch Irish, and so we are naturally tight with a coin.
I had to pay my property taxes this week. It really aggravates the devil out of me. I get nothing other than access to the park for my money, and they send some of it down to Atlanta to pay for schools in urban districts where everybody is on welfare, nobody pays any taxes to support their schools, so the rural counties have to. If an asteroid landed right on Atlanta and vaporized it, how much better off Georgia would be. When I first came here in 1986 my property taxes were just under $1000 a year, but now they have more than doubled.
In some counties in Georgia, you don't have to pay property tax after you turn 64, but not here. You pay the fat cats until you die.
Nothing else to tell. I am just staying inside today and doing nothing.