Since we’ll travel together, let’s introduce ourselves properly.
After finally pissing off his last client, as he says, Steve retired from a lifetime of passionately designing and consulting in water and wastewater projects. His motto is: “It may be s#&t to you, but for me, it’s my bread and butter.” He’s now learning to play guitar. He’s been doing it for the last 50 years, but now he’s gonna really go for it so he disassembled the electric guitar to fit it in the suitcase. I can’t wait to see the resurrection at the other end.
He is owned by a black deaf cat aptly named Paxil. He still chafes when nagged, but he got better of it after a lot of practice – after all he’s married to me. I’m wife #3.
I’m Rada (like Prada without the P), aka Dr. Jones, and I’m just about to retire from Emergency Medicine. I’ve also worked as a doctor on cruise ships, a mechanical engineer, a play therapist, a translator and a Mary Kay lady. Before dusk I look just like everybody else but much to everybody’s consternation I speak like a vampire, since I lived most of my life in Transylvania. Steve imported us 20 years ago and his life has never been the same since. I’m planning to write a novel about the ER and another one about Dracula’s gay younger brother, but for now it’s just this blog.
I belong to Gypsy Rose Lee Jones, our beloved 11 year old German Shepherd. She’s slowing down a little, and needs help getting in the car these days but still enjoys our walks in the snow and my extraordinary cooking abilities – Leftover curry with sliced apple, wilted lettuce and milk anyone? No? I thought so.
Gypsy and Paxil are our ties to our Upstate home, so we’ll be traveling back and forth for a while, with homes and friends on opposite sides of the earth. We are excited, scared, sad and joyful all at the same time. My 20 american years are over, and the next life is about to begin.
Join us in the adventure, won’t you?