| On Life and Love after 50 eNewsletter February 20, 2026 By Columnist Tom Blake |
| Today’s On Life and Love After 50 eNewsletter was inspired by comments from Champs, particularly by Carolyn, who said, “I absolutely and unequivocally loved reading last week’s beautiful Valentine’s Day eNewsletter! So much fun to read all about Yoko’s exciting trip to Japan and eating the black eggs. Thanks to her for the fascinating photo of the black eggs! I also loved seeing the Hello Kitty train! Yay! “I love anything related to Valentine’s Day! I attended a beautiful Valentine’s Day Party with lots of dancing and dinner! Had a fabulous time! I suspect that you and Debbie had an amazing and beautiful Valentine’s Day!” Tom’s comment. Since Carolyn mentioned that Debbie’s and my Valentine’s Day together was likely amazing and beautiful, I will expound on it. A better definition of our day would be unusual. Most of you know that I have been trying to sell my Palm Springs vacation home for a year. It’s been a difficult challenge. It fell out of escrow three times. It has been in escrow a fourth time, and it looks like this time it will sell (hopefully). For those of you who have sold properties recently, you know that a big and challenging part of the process is getting rid of furniture and precious belongings, unless you’re able to sell “as is”. Debbie has been a big help in that regard. She has posted items online for sale and dealt with people seeking low-price deals. Some of the large and heavy furniture pieces were a special challenge. She and I spent much of January and early February in Palm Springs as the hoped-for sale neared. There were a few items that either she or I wanted in our Orange County homes. We hired movers who picked those items up on Thursday, February 12. The truck was crammed full. Plus, we each had driven our own automobiles to Palm Springs and loaded each car with the remaining items that didn’t fit in the mover’s truck. Sadly, there were six items that wouldn’t fit in our cars. We were going to have to leave them behind. We thought our realtor, Maureen, might store them in her garage until we could make another trip out there, but we knew that was asking a lot of her. And I was not up for another trip to Palm Springs, at least not for another week. The moving truck left at 11 a.m. with a first stop at Debbie’s place in Mission Viejo. She drove separately to her home in her car, loaded with items. I drove away shortly thereafter, a little sad and emotional, realizing that an enjoyable eight-year period of my Palm Springs life was ending, and arrived in Dana Point around 1:30 p.m. The moving truck arrived at 8:30 p.m. and left about 9:30. I was exhausted. My garage was full. The next morning, Friday, the 13th, Debbie called and said she had planned to drive back to Palm Springs that day to pick up the six items, but she had injured her ankle with all the lifting and movement, so she was going to drive out on Valentine’s Day instead to try to load the remaining items in her car. I didn’t want her to do that on Valentine’s Day by herself (or any day, for that matter), and I knew those six items would not all fit in her car. So, I drove the two of us in my Honda SUV, which had more room, on Valentine’s Day to Palm Springs and back, which took seven hours. We were both exhausted, but we laughed at how the two of us seniors were spending our romantic Valentine’s Day. The remaining six pieces fit in my car, but a large clay pot was on the floor of her passenger seat, so her knees were crunched up and bent the whole way back. Now the romantic part of our Valentine’s Day: a lunch together on our return trip to the coast. We stopped at the Morongo Casino gas station off the I-10 freeway to fill the tank ($1 a gallon cheaper vs other gas stations). An IN-N-OUT Burger restaurant was 50 yards away from the gas pumps. We splurged with a romantic lunch. Debbie had a grilled cheese sandwich; I had a cheeseburger. We split an order of fries and a small diet Coke. So, Carolyn, our “amazing and beautiful” Valentine’s Day didn’t quite fit that description, but it was memorable, a day we won’t forget. More Champ Comments MK (a woman), “As usual, I enjoyed your eclectic column.You do a great service by offering a venue for people to share their stories. I’m happy for you that your selling ordeal is nearly over. Tom’s response, “I’m still waiting for the final phone call to hear that the Palm Springs home has been sold and I hope it’s within 3-4 days.” Pony Lady, “I loved all the comments about Valentine’s Day. It’s interesting how people feel differently about it.” Lynn, Santa Margarita, CA, “Thanks for last week’s lovely eNewsletter. WELL, DONE! I did a bit of an early Valentine’s gift for myself. On Feb 5, I wanted a happy-color for my jump-into-my-first-hybrid car. I call her honeybee! Her 600 miles per 11.9-gallon tank is hard to beat! Thanks for all your newsletters…they are so fun & eye opening! “We all really do make our own happiness, making fun where’s there’s none is my mantra! Wishing you a GREAT WEEKEND!” Tom’s response, “Beautiful car–way to go! “While not new, I call my 2013 Honda CRV Leo.” And often thank him for getting me safely to places. Lynn’s naming her car spawned an unusual topic for next week’s eNewsletter; even a little strange, a little weird, but kind of cute. After all, we older seniors need things that entertain us and keep us happy. So, Champs, if you still drive a car or own a car, do you name your car, and if so, what name, year, and type of car? Why did you pick that name? Please let me know. |
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