So this bachelorhood stuff gets old real quick. Ruth and I were married when we were 22 years old, and even after all these years and the last 3 1/2 of them living in some pretty tight quarters, not many hours have to go by before I miss her an awfully lot.
May 12, 1984
Mar 23, 1986. Seriously? With that beard I deserved her??
Sept 22, 1990. Good, the beard is gone!
Partying in Antigua, Jan 20, 1993
Sure, there are some benefits to living alone. There is nobody to remind me that maybe I shouldn't have just one more beer. Not that I need reminding! The dirty dishes are allowed to sit in the sink until they really do need doing! The sight of them doesn't bother me.
Hmm. Running out of benefits. Can't recall any more! Can you guys think of any other benefits of being alone??
Halloween party, October 29, 1994
A few too many by the campfire, Sept 12, 2003
Dec 10, 2005
Dec 9, 2010
Anyhow, only a few more days to go. Ruth comes back on Thursday morning, and then we're going to head out pretty quick and take Sherman out to explore the Cabot Trail on Cape Breton Island! Really looking forward to that!