Back at Home

Really, the real retirement begins. Its a lot different when you are on vacation. We've been home now for about a week and havevbrought back some nomality, mowing the lawn, taking out the trash, cooking (although we havn't done a lot of that lately as our cooktop broke and we are on the cusp of having our kitchen redone so we haven't run out to buy another one). Charlene and I did gon a bike ride to visit (and help) our son and daughter-in-law with their new house in Ada, MI. It was about a 65 mile ride. We made it up there fine, but the return trip back was not as good (at least for me). About 3 miles before Plainwell I hot a wall (not literally). I couldnt carch my breathe, my head was tingling And I was nauseated. I laid on the grass long enoughthat Charlene called someone to pick us up. I was very grateful for the help and to not have to ride the last 19 miles. While laying their on the grass we had to women come from a house across the street offering us water and any assistance we may have needed, and a gentema stopped in a truck (eating an ice cream that I'm sure was from Plainwell Ice Cream) also offering us help. My confidence in teh goodness of humanity was revived in me. Just because I like for a oicture to always be posted with the title of the blog entry, i. adding a picture of my baby pinapple that I discovered when we had finally returned home.