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…
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…
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…
JIMBORED, DINOSAUR HUNTER – 2006/7
One thing you find out quickly, shortly after retirement, is that you need some form of activity to fill in the long periods of free time, suddenly, at your disposal. For me, I already had a few. But even those…
THE FINAL RESTING PLACE OF TWO BONE WEARY TRAVELLERS – 2005
I sit here in front of my typewriter at 6:00AM, staring in and looking for inspiration. None jumps out at me. I am coming to the realization, that as we aged, our life became far less exciting than it once…
PELE’ THE MEXICAN SOCCER PHENOM 2005
In the summer of 2005, shortly after our retirement in Calgary, I receive a call from my friend/associate in Mexico. It had been a while since we had been together, however, we were often in touch. Sale (pronounced Sal e’…
THE WANDERING GYPSIES BREAK FOR FREEDOM 2005
After a long hiatus, a devastating period of writer’s block and a dose of literary constipation, it is now fall of 2023 and I feel a loosening of my (bowels), read “mind”. My shaking old fingers, feel ready to attack…
BUSTED IN SCHOOL MID SIXTIES
My next article comes from the deep recesses of my aging mind and takes me back to my high school days, circa 1965. The memory was triggered by a conversation with my eldest boy D1, over Easter. We were “chewing…