I like this Saturday retirement stuff, well, most of the time, anyway.
These days, Saturday means everybody is at home, which lessens my great-granddad duties, to a degree.
Clad in a white T-shirt and khaki shorts with those two-sizes-too-large bedroom shoes on my feet, I was just about settled in my favorite away-from-home chair when something dragged me back into reality.
I had gotten comfortable and just closed my eyes when I heard my sweet wife’s bull horn.
“Get cleaned up,” she said. “We’re going to the mall.”