We are on our way home.
It’s been a long day, which started at 5:30. It is now 7:30 PM.
We are on the Schuykill expressway now riding bumper to bumper.Some things you never miss.
The girls met a new pup cousin today, but Kasia , part chow and cousin Champ, allegedly part chow need a little more time to get used to each other.
We attended Jim’s Aunt’s funeral, and sadly, you go and note who’s not around anymore.
It’ll be good to be home.Days like today make you appreciate your “home.”
I titled this post after walking up the street from my neighbor and took a quick shot on the phone.
It seemed appropriate that the moon illuminated the house, as today marks one month that I am officially retired.Shedding light on a new life as this moon is on the house, well, it has been an adventure so far.
It has been fabulous not to deal with the expressway, the buses, the fellow commuters,..I could go on and on. I miss some of the folks that I worked with, and the nice part is, they know who they are.I am sure there are just as many folks who couldn’t give a hoot that I am gone, or even realize that I am gone. Uh, news flash,folks…who cares? I don’t.
Being in a new stage of life gives you new appreciation of age and of time.When you need to do things through the day, you wonder however did you accomplish things when you worked.People would constantly ask me if I was bored.Gee, when I get a free minute I’ll let you know.Age comes into play when you actually realize some places start giving senior citizen discounts at 55.Not too shabby.
The moon is my friend. It has given me light on retirement, and hopefully it will continue to guide my way.
Ever trip we have had going down here to Undisclosed we have had one basic route.We would try to take the drive to bypass expressway traffic.
As much as I want to leave the city, the route on the way out was always so nice.The Boathouse row is especially nice at night when the houses are lit up. It is so gingerbread that is screams to take a picture.The other site we take in is the Art Museum, home of many wonderful paintings, but most importantly, the steps that Rocky took in the movie.
Nice to have the pictures for the memories.
Schuylkill (pronounced School-kill) is probably an old Indian name. In Philadelphia, one of our rivers is called the Schuylkill. There is a county in Pennsylvania called Schuylkill.
And then there is our expressway running through Montgomery county and the county and city of Philadelphia-the Schuylkill Expressway.
Well, it was not an expressway this morning. It lived up to the second half of its’ name-kill.
There was a one car fatal accident this morning that made the Schuylkill a parking lot. I left for work and got on a public transit bus at 7:25am.
And I sat…and sat…
Traffic was bumper to bumper and then some, if possible. What normally would be a 40 minute commute took close to two hours and twenty minutes.Sad for the person who lost their life on the expressway.For the rest of us, it was avoided. The SEPTA transit authority opted to take the local route. The local route was bumper to bumper with everyone from Philadelphia and Montgomery county and I ran everyone, or so it seemed.
I will not miss this commute in the least.
It has been a really long week.
Zosia’s injury had worn really worried us both, but she is working her way toward getting herself better, and with a watchful eye, we’ll keep our girl around for a good long while.
Then there was the camping out on the Schuylkill expressway in the bus.
To end the workweek, I started dealing with having to go to a needed doctor’s appointment this coming Wednesday which opens up more insecurity.Am I approaching retirement with the right health carrier? Do I need someone else?Do we switch physicians?Fortunately, this is a four-day weekend for me, and I am scheduled for a seminar about my retirement benefits in two weeks. It doesn’t stop the worry though.
Jim is just struggling dealing with me and Zush and everything else.
It goes without saying that a restful weekend is hoped for.
Here’s hoping yours is the same.
I am climbing on my soapbox again to talk about my daily commute.
Back in my prior life, when we lived two blocks away from the train station, life was sunny. A nice morning train, a brisk walk to work;in short, no worries.
Then our house sold and we moved two miles further from the train.There lies the rub: the bus.
I honestly hate the commute. In order to get into the city I take the bus onto an expressway, where I lose forty-five minutes to an hour one way.It irks me because it is time I’ll never get back again in my life.Traffic usually sucks.If you aren’t entertained by someones’ blow by blow description of how their life is going, how their **fill in the blank here: sex life, date life,third marriage is going, well,I know, I know, read or something** Well, there’s only so much to read or listen to. I refuse to be chained to Verizon and use my hot spot to be on-line. Then, when the bus reaches center city, I get off the bus and wait for a second bus.
Did I mention I hate personal trivial conversations on a cell phone on public transportation?
Fortunately, I hope to God I get through this last stretch before I retire taking public transit. Pretty sad when I get to “treat” myself, thanks to my Flip Fitness class and physical therapy,and walk to the train station to get on a train that spares me the expressway.The indignity is I have to get OFF the train to get back on a bus to get home.
I won’t miss this at all.
We had a little stretch of weather the past two days.
As George Costanza from Seinfeld would say “The sea was angry that day, my friends.”Well, we have had some angry weather here around quitting time. You go and join the rest of your fellow office workers waiting for a bus to go home.
Winds blowing,trees bending,rain starting,juggling of umbrella positioning so you don’t bang into anyone…get the picture?
Then,up the street,comes your bus.
You have never seen so many people get on a bus in a quiet and orderly fashion, so happy to be drying off in that cocoon that only public transportation can offer.No glares of folks whose toes have been squashed, backpacks swung around. Forget the fact the entire bus knows that we will be stuck on a major traffic artery for at least an hour to get home in this rain.
Thank goodness for the bus!