With my shaky hands, I found it more and more difficult to shave with a blade. I kept cutting myself, but my wife solved that problem by buying me a 
Braun electric shaver. I can still shave in the shower but without the concerns of drawing blood. The other good news was I’m now able to drop my Dollar Shave Club subscription and can stop buying shaving cream. My unsteady hands also wouldn’t cooperate with re-inserting a tiny eyeglass screw this morning or trying to crack crab legs for dinner last night. It’s almost humorous at times when I end up with more food on me than in me. Tally tends to hang out under my chair at the table. Typing in these blog posts get more and more difficult. Old age can be cruel, but there are at least some surgical and non-surgical options that I could try. 

My wife is looking at a very busy afternoon schedule today including the dog park, aqua-fit, and bridge. We also have dinner plans with friends who will be attending the musical Xanadu with us this evening. She certainly arranges plenty for us to do, including the “suggestion” that I buy us tickets for Symphony under the Stars. We used to enjoy going to Conner Prairie for the Indianapolis Symphony, so this is our closest option. Fireworks will be a bonus, as we await a similar program at the ballpark for Memorial Weekend when we return from London. 

She likes to pack a picnic, but we’re not sure if it is allowed at this particular event, so she also set-up a food & drink get-together with neighbors this Friday night for a concert at adjoining Wellen Park. Saturday we’ll drive to Bradenton to meet some Indy friends for lunch and Sunday morning the grandkids we’ll be over for brunch and an Easter Egg Hunt. Tuesday she hosts Book Club on our lanai. My active wife has had a hand in all of these plans. This week alone she’s added tap classes, an arts & crafts fair, shopping, rock painting, and a movie to her list of things to do and places to go. Not to mention, preparing dinner for me each night. I can’t keep up. Whew!

Next week my sister, niece, and grandnieces arrive to go to the beach. Naturally, my wife wants to do a picnic. She also invited the neighbors over for dinner next Sunday to reciprocate for the pizza party they had us attend at their house several months ago. Our “Meet The Neighbors” event that she organized is next Friday night, along with a Bridge Club dinner next Saturday evening. Where she gets all this energy is beyond me. All I have to do is show up with a smile and a clean shave.