2012 AND MY IDYLLIC DAYS COME CRASHING DOWN- GUESS WHY?
The early years of our retirement seem to spin away as whirlwinds into a storm. In many ways, there is still a lot to write about in those years 2006 to 2012. It’s just that Ol’ JimboRed’s brain is having…
JIMBORED IS PISSED, WHAT AN EM”BARE ASS” MENT – NOV. 2024
I am not sure that any of my readers have noticed, but for the past couple of years, Ol’ JimboRed has refrained from going on a real rant. I’m talking about a good ol’ fashioned screaming, spitting, cursing, meltdown. The…
JIMBORED HAS DREAMS OF THE OPEN ROAD AND THEN WAKES UP- 2010
I am sitting here in front of my typewriter, trying to come up with something interesting to fill in the early years of our retirement. The problem is, that I cannot even find anything of note, to, vaguely, interest even…
HARVEST TIME AT THE FINCA – WE FINALLY START THE REAPING – AUGUST 2024
What follows here, is a small collection of gardening memories, which although trivial, finally lead us to the first harvests. As I have said before, a great deal of what we sowed, came from seedlings, planted and nurtured in Ron’s…
AN OLD MAN STARTS A NEW CAREER ON THE FINCA – 2024
I am not quite sure if anyone noticed, but I have not been writing for a while. Also, I am not quite sure why this literary “dry spell”, has occurred. In some ways, perhaps, I just got tired of my…
RON SHOWS US THE DANGERS OF COSTA RICA CHRISTMAS – 2010
I am now writing of the early years of our retirement, and, in some ways, I am finding it harder to remember events worth putting on paper. Could it be that we had become boring in our retirement. Or, was…
JIMBORED GOES OFF-ROAD AND DISAPPEARS INTO THE WILDERNESS – 2007
My vision of retirement, had for many years, included some time, set aside, for old JimboRed to get back into the bush and relive some of the days of my youth. In my younger days, my friends and I spent…
JIMBORED HAS VISIONS OF GLADIATORS, CHARIOTS AND GLORY – ROME 1999
With my last story just finished, I have been reminded of another lapse in my memory. It seemed that I “breezed” through my memories of our times in Scotland, and “breezed” right past our trip to Rome. Only, a fool…
SURVIVAL IN THE TEETH OF HURRICANE IKE – HOUSTON 2008
My next little story is sure to draw howls of protest from Ron. But, trust me on this, I believe it to be true, just as the voices, in my mind, recited it to me. I can just hear her…
AND ALL THE WILD TIMES I OVERLOOKED WHEN WRITING THIS BLOG
Here I sit at the start of year 2024, staring into my screen, wondering what I will write about next. I am not having any great “AHHA” moments. So, I start to read thru a list I had made before…