If I were to start counting, after college and to age 65, I think there are approximately 8,800 work days for you to get through before you get to retire. Good news! I am on the downside, coasting to the bottom, under 2,000 to go. Who would have thought? Maybe I should start a countdown? Attach a digital clock with a real good battery to a bottle of Dom and put in the fridge. You would be able to see it every day. A small, very visceral goal, right in front of you to motivate you to get the hell done with this shit. Just a thought.
So, today. One big appointment in the morning in order to please a client who like most clients really doesn’t know what’s going on. I want to slap him. Unclear would be the best description I have for him. So I have to go meet with him and a couple of his managers and help them understand how life works. A meeting, makes people happy, but pure crap. We do our job. He just can’t understand it. Pointless.
The next meeting is mostly personal. I have to be an attendant for my gimp friend Bob when he goes on vacation. So I have to go on vacation, again, this year. We are thinking Kauai or Belize. I vote by price. But we are meeting to discuss this. When we go skiing, Bob gets a steep discount on lift tickets because he is disabled. Btw he looks fine but about 15 years ago he was in a head on crash and is now held together by titanium. So he is disabled. I get half price tickets cause disabled guys need an attendant. Right. He needs a babysitter more. He shouldn’t go anywhere by himself, he will get into trouble. Guaranteed.
After that, nothing but Taco Tuesday. Cissie is in town so it’s gonna be more of a par tay. Sorta.
So that’s the workday (#?) in advance. Now I can go out and screw it all up.
So all dressed and cleaned up. Went straight to Curtis Park in Sacramento. Curtis park is a neighborhood south of Broadway in Sac. I was headed to a clients restaurant. My head accountant, Walker, and I were meeting with the owner and his three managers. We were trying to get his accounting in an order he can better deal with. I personally don’t care what the financials look like so I just do what client wants. He had his own ideas of how it should be. Am hour and a half later we seem to have it all in shape.
Back to the office and I worked until Bob showed up. My second appointment. Work related, not really. He is a client. We were meeting in order to decide where to go on a quick vacay. Looks like Kauai is the call. One week for under $1000 for air and hotel. I think not to bad. We have not booked it yet but I am ready. Vacay number four in 2017!!
The balance of the day was work and phone calls. I am helping my daughter get our LLC properties ready to dump. Marika is the new manager of the LLC and she has come to the conclusion we need to shed real estate. Her choice and probably the correct one. We have just started so who knows if anything will come of it but she wants to move on to investigate the possibility. That’s why everyone voted her managing partner.
Work was unremarkable. I left there about 530 headed for home. When I finally got home at 615, Cissie was there. She wanted to stay with Emily and chat about whatever. So it was a wasted trip all the way home. I headed back out to town to get comida mexicana. I hit Lupita’s carniceria, our fave. They closed at 5pm, just for today. Cretins. I realized I could get close to what I wanted at Alhelis across town. So off to Alhelis. They at lest were open for business. Placed my order, waited a few minutes, and I was out of there.
When I returned home I served up the barrel aged cocktails I put down a week ago. It’s my first try at it. Everybody got one then I made a single cocktail of the same type for comparison. The aged cocktail did seem smoother but not necessarily better. The Rye whiskey really stood out in the non aged one and was more of the spicy rye flavor. Like I said, both were good.
We had our Mexican dinner which was different because I always go to Lupitas. Still very good, sort of like the two cocktails – different but still very good. After dinner we did the usual, sit around and yak. Emily decided to have a couple shots of Grand Marnier, one of her favorites. On a school night no less. I imagine there is no better night for it than a school night.
It is Halloween and as usual we got ZERO trick or treaters. Emily always seems to think someone will come out the seven miles and ring the bell. But, only once in the last fifteen years. We just don’t get any kids. Really doesn’t bother me at all.
It’s Tuesday so I put out the garbage and managed to forget a couple things. Emily insisted on taking them to the cans already on the curb. Not much going out anyway.
Now time for bed. Tomorrow looks less active than today. First appointment is Cissie for coffee. I can handle that in my robe. As you all know.