It's about time.

Many of you can relate to Working long hours at your career. Raising your families. Buying a home and paying all the bills related to being homeowners and parents. We're now retired and don't need all that work and expense. Now "It's about time" and what we do to follow our dreams.

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Wednesday, May 20, 2026

I Cried.

Our Location today is Windsor, Ontario.

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After barely an Hour in my Recliner I would finish the remainder of the night in Bed. I always wake up feeling refreshed when that happens and so does Kathy. We talked about that while having breakfast.

With the recent Hot Days temporarily giving us a break, it was no surprise to see temperatures in the cool comfortable range, brought on by the shift from Southerly Winds to Northerly.

When I first asked Kathy if she felt like walking this morning, she said “No” even though her legs were feeling better. Remembering that she used to turn on the Television for background noise, I turned it on low volume. She became agitated so I mentioned running errands. She was happy to hear that.

We were just about ready to head out when our daughter Karen called. She let us know that her Insurance Company might be calling to see how Kathy was doing. This is Stupid! If you are involved in an accident, any settlement made is through your own Insurance Company, who the settles with the Opposing Company. She was happy to hear we were getting out.

The temperature was perfect and the breeze was not overpowering like the last couple of days. We were comfortable not using the AC and driving with my window slightly ajar.

Our first stop was Health First Pharmacy to pick up my Medications. Two of the Three had been filled but it was too early for the one that helps my Bones absorb Calcium. Though only one Tablet is taken per Week, I fill Six Weeks' Worth of Doucettes and they only dispense Four Tablets at a time. I might have to think twice about their continued use.

With a couple more errands to run, we stopped at Popeye’s for a different taste and to use their $4.00 Menu. Those Chicken Sandwiches are half the regular size and served on a Biscuit rather than a Bun. It was more than enough for our needs.

We headed to Guardian Storage to collect our Mail and were happy with the effort. Every Year, we submit our Income Tax Returns together. Every Year, since our Monthly Government Cheques are automatically deposited into our Bank Accounts, we both opt for the same method of payment. Every Year, Kathy’s return is automatically deposited, while my Cheque is sent in the Mail. ???? It arrived today.

Before going too far, we stopped at the Pioneer gas station to top off the Car. With the new Pre-Pay Inside Policy and the rising cost of fuel, $50.00 does not get what it used to.

A quick stop at the Credit Union took care of that Cheque as well another payment on our Credit Card.

Kathy then mentioned that she wanted to go walk at the Park by the River with the Beach that we went to with her brother Danny. When I tried explaining that WE had not gone to the Beach with her brother, she started screaming that I did not want to walk and only wanted to watch TV. I again tried telling her that I wanted to walk and only watched the TV with her.

Instead of going home, when we reached Riverside Drive, I turned in the opposite direction of home. When we arrived at the Park by the foot of Pillette Avenue, she again screamed that wasn’t the place, When I said “I don’t know where you mean”, she said I was trying to make people think she was Crazy, but it was actually me that was losing it.

Heading back towards home, her tirade continued until I lost it and hollered back. (I felt Two Inches Tall) but that just fueled her. After parking in our lot, she was not coming in and was going to find the Beach by herself. With no other choice I simply got back in the Car and started driving towards LaSalle where Kathy’s brother Danny lives.

I lost both Parents and my Late Wife within a Five Year Period. It was not until after her funeral that I cried. Heading towards LaSalle today, I cried again but kept my face hidden. It seems, no matter what you do to protect The One You Love, they believe you are against them. I know, that I am not alone dealing with Loved Ones under similar circumstances.

It has been less than Two Weeks since we traveled this same route, but every corner we passed, it was like she was seeing it for the first time.

I almost drove by Danny’s house and had to turn back. He was happy to see us, but could immediately tell that Kathy was agitated. The first thing she said was his Hair used to be Red. He jokingly said not for a long time. That gave me the chance to ask about the Beach by the River. (His answer made me realize why I could not find it.) As children, their parents used to take them swimming at Brighton Beach, nearly Seventy Years ago. Today, that Beach is now under the East End of the soon to be open Gordie Howe International Bridge. We visited for a few more minutes before we headed back towards Windsor.

The entire drive Kathy was calm and held my hand, but still would not believe that was her brother. It seems that she is fixated on the Red Hair of his youth, and the past.

We went a bit further and stopped in Tecumseh to visit our daughter Karen and to drop off a Hanging Flower Basket. We also visited with Greg and Tyler for the short time we were there. We politely turned down offers of feeding us supper. We don’t go there just to be fed.

Back on the road, Kathy then suggested that we eat out. We stopped at the Chinese Restaurant that we used to live next to, only to find they were closed on Wednesdays. Down the road we stopped at Smoke and Spice where we enjoyed hot out of the Smoker Ribs. It was worth the stop.

We now have Two Hanging Planters inside our Apartment. When I did not turn on the Television this evening, Kathy wondered why. I simply asked if she wanted it on to which she said “No”.

I will try to keep our mornings busier to see if that makes a difference.

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It’s about time.


Krackers

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They’re the wurst.