When I left my job of thirty years, you could safely say I was a coffee drinker. Usually, I had at least two cups a day, and there was a Keurig on my desk and at my home.
Fast forward the first four months when I was “retired”, and all of a sudden I was into tea. Not bad.Something different.
Fast forward to the ferry life. They have a Keurig here, and going back to dealing with folks on the phone, well, suffice it to say I am back with coffee. It gives you something to do while you are waiting for folks to make up their minds on the phone….
One of the offshoots of being a low person on the totem pole is your weekend. Say good-bye to your Saturday, Sunday, or even Friday….that part of your life is gone.
Now my weekend is Wednesday and Thursday.In the old days, as when I worked at the National Park Service, when I had Tuesday and Wednesday weekends, and later Wednesday and Thursday weekends, you go to go to banks with no lines, shop at the grocery stores quickly with no one holding you back…you catch my drift.
In my new post-retirement life,well, even if I were able to, I have no energy to do chores on the days off. Bad enough I do laundry during the week, and will clean the house tomorrow, but hey, food shopping? Jeez, I need a nap first.
I was thinking as I was walking the girls after work today, I should be skipping down the street , swinging leashes back and forth in celebration of my weekend.
Hell, I’m just too tired.
The joy of having a Wednesday as a Saturday? Everyone else is working.
The woe of having a Wednesday as a Saturday? I spent half a day on the phone with Apple trying to get my NEW iPhone glitches ironed out, and then with my prescription plan. For the amount of time I was on the phone today, I felt like I should have been at work. I would have been on the phone but at least I would have been paid.
It was pleasant to actually be able to sleep again in the morning, but knowing I can do it again tomorrow morning is sad. I miss being home with the girls and I really would have thought that after 30 years working,I could be home and taking care of myself and my family.
Maybe in my next life…..
I had the opportunity to call an old co-worker of mine and wish a happy birthday.
It’s funny, but we hadn’t spoken in six months, and although we are now coasts apart, it’s like we just spoke to each other yesterday. It was good to touch base and catch up, as we both have moved on a bit and it was good to hear the pace we are keeping ourselves at post-retirement.Our health has caused us both issues, but thanks to an excellent union health plan, we are managing to get through things ok.We left things where we did in January-we’ll keep in touch.
If you have someone who had a birthday, or is an old friend, or both, call them. It might be the boost in each of your days.
I have completed a half-year of retirement, well, maybe four months if you discount my bakery time.Six months since I was in Center City.Six months since I had to use a finger ID to clock in.Six months since I was within striking range of a coffee shop on every corner and vendor carts.
Do I miss that part of my life?
Some of the people, yes. The daily routine? No way in hell.
Thirty years are thirty years, no matter how you slice it. I was blessed to hold a job steadily for that length of time, but when it’s time, it is time.It was a good run, but it’s over. The new chapter in my life has started, and at six months, my feet are indeed wet. You know what? I take one day at a time and enjoy every day I have got, especially with Jim and Zush and Kasia. It’s a precious life.
It’s been three days of heaven.
I had off since Monday, even though I am retired, but the bakery job puts me back in the loop, so I just appreciate the fact of doing what I can with the girls and Jim, hanging around the house, and just appreciate life.
Party is over tomorrow.The bakery waits for me so I have to get up in the morning and get the girls up and going, and then get myself ready for work.I have to figure out something easy for dinner, so, in a sense,it’s like I never stopped working.
I did miss sleeping in today, as former retired people would people know.
We got up for Mass this morning, then paid a sick call on my buddy in Cape May.We then realized that we needed food for the house, so we went food shopping. We ran home and I walked the girls before coming back in and scarfing some lunch before changing for work.I got back in at 7:15 and walked the girls for their last walk of the night. Unfortunately, I have to get up early tomorrow morning for a doctor’s appointment.
I miss retirement. I miss my sleep.
This morning, while I was walking the girls, we walked down to the bay.It was a glorious day for it here, although the wind was blowing a bit.
While we were out, I stopped and looked out at the bay.We were at an area where there is a bench by the walkway so we sat down and took it the scene.Rather, I did,as the girls laid low and we happy laying in the grass.I took several deep breaths and knew. I knew the direction that I took when I retired was good.My life, for now, is somewhat peaceful and moving away from the city was the way to go. I always loved water, and as I looked out at the bay, I truly felt my soul at ease.
I knew I was home.
…the score is my GI tract, 3 days, and me, 0.
Went to the doctor today who confirmed that I indeed picked a bug up.I am getting awfully tired of wonton soup.so we stopped at the store today and picked up jello and pretzels and apple juice-you know, the stuff virus diets are made of.
The flip side of this is that I was advised by the doctor not to start work tomorrow,as to get other folks sick,as I agreed,was kind of dumb.It is weird,having been hired but not actually starting yet.For a day I was really convinced that this is my body yelling out against leaving retirement.
All I know is I can’t wait to get better.
…you know, that link between mind and body?
Coincidence or not, I got hit with a really lousy GI bug late Tuesday night.My Wednesday was lost to Gatorade and ginger ale.I managed to get a little bit of wonton soup in me and my gut is still holding out for normal as of Thursday afternoon.
This Saturday, I am falling off the retirement bandwagon and starting a part-time position in a local supermarket. Do I want to? No, not really. Pretty sad that someone of my age, along with people older than me, need something to add to a cushion to questionable health care costs coming down the way.Don’t get me wrong. It is a part-time position, and I know I am fortunate to be offered it.What is really hard is being out again. After thirty years of dealing with daily bull, I find myself back at square one. It is not a prospect that makes my heart happy. It also is stealing precious time away from my girls, but I can always try to make that up to them the best that I can.
Hopefully, my body will mend itself and my mind will get a little straighter and things will get going.I don’t have to pretend I like it, but hey, it’s what has to be done.
This merry-go-round horse has gone up and down like emotions today.
We went to the physician’s office this morning and there was a really weird minute where I realized I was the youngest person on the patient side of the office.Multiply that by angst I felt when the physician, when talking to me,let me know that I am now” of that age” and I needed an EKG.
“Of that age”…? Oh, yeah, I am retired for now.
I went on a job interview this afternoon and for the first time in thirty years, I remembered the jitters of worrying if I’d get a job.Then I had the interview and it was, like,really? Do I need this at my age? They promised to get back to me either way by the end of this week.
I just want to pull on that comfortable sweater called “retirement” and keep it on for now.
I had a friend from the office who retired before I did.He’s 58 now, I think.We used to laugh about which of the two of us would retire first.He did,obviously, because he is older than me.
I bring him Holy Communion after Mass, as at 56, he had a stroke.He can talk, go to the bathroom, but he is having a lot of trouble walking.Now his hypertension is going through the roof and they are trying to knock it back down.
I usually don’t ask a request from you,reader,as I appreciate the fact that you have taken the time to read this post.If you would hold a good thought for my buddy Marc, I would really appreciate it.
…Seems like, I’m the only one around.Somehow these words came into my mind.I don’t remember what song they are from but it was one out in the 60’s when I was a kid.
My buddies Juls,Dottie and Kathy are on their vacations. Juls leaves tomorrow for Hawaii to see her daughter and her family. Kathy left yesterday and is with her husband down in Miami waiting to go on a Caribbean cruise.Dottie leaves Saturday for Arizona and the Grand Canyon.
That’s the funny thing about being retired.I am not working: why would I need a vacation? I am in a quiet spot, well, at least quiet for now.I used to have to get up early in the morning to get up and walk the girls and then get ready for work.Now, when I get up in the morning, I am shocked not to be awake at 4:45am.There is something to be said for having a new routine established in your life.I wonder when the newness of it wears off: probably when I end up getting a little job.Then I’ll be back to square one, and in dire of a vacation.
I guess I’ll be out-of-town, then.
I went to a Property Owners’ Association meeting tonight which was preceded by a dinner at the hall.As we are down here full-time,it only makes sense to attend the meetings and see what exactly is going on.
What is humorous here is that there are a lot of folks like me who were city employees who have since retired or worked for another business in the city and couldn’t wait to get down here to enjoy life.When I got into the hall tonight I met up with two of my neighbors who had retired the year before I did.Talk about being greeted with open arms! The only thing that Jim and I noticed is that if you don’t exercise down here, folks walk around with a significant belly, or rather, one considerably larger than when we first met them.
It was nice to be at the meeting to be with folks and get welcomed into your new lifestyle.It really reinforces that the time was right to start the next chapter in your life.
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.
One of the pitfalls of moving to another state was to update my prior state ID.
We left Undisclosed this morning to go up to the city to get the mandatory new picture I needed to update my ID. We had a zillion things to do but because the state agency that handles this is only open until 4PM, we made the picture a priority.
There was the thorn in my day.I knew I was in trouble when we walked in and they were calling number 23 and I was number 53.
The average age of the two people manning the stations was 75. Now that I am retired, I have to watch about bad-mouthing anyone older than me who works, because there but for the grace of God go I. But the old man who worked one of the stations was really, really, really slow.
After an hour and one half, I managed to escape.My only consolation is that the next time I do this, it’ll be, hopefully, in my new, adopted home state, and hopefully, things might run a bit smoother.
We had some snow fall today.
The forecast had me out early walking the girls, or should I say, Zush led the way and we walked a ton today. Fortunately we came in to pass out just as the snow was starting to flurry.I spoke to a former co-worker who gleefully let me know school children in the city were being let out at 1:30PM. I lamented the fact that I couldn’t call in for a snow sick day, or vacation day, or whatever. We laughed about that.
So January is half way done.
Spring is just around the corner.
One of the few things they neglect to tell you when you retire from a desk job is that, despite your best efforts, you still will probably need a desk at home.
I had one at the old house that we sold in Wissahickon, and suffered with a tv table until we moved down here to Undisclosed.Since the house has been up, I have had the tendency to throw my laptop on top of the breakfast bar and plug-in and get started. Well, now that, well, for now at least, I don’t have to report to a desk in the morning, I still need somewhere to plant stationary and pens and stamps and the like.
We went looking at desks tonight but nothing rang any bells.In the meanwhile I bought a large accordion file with dividers in it to serve as a stopgap until the desk makes an appearance.
I seriously didn’t think I’d missing a desk so soon.LOL
A native son from my hometown of Roxborough went missing on the morning of Thanksgiving.
His name was Shane Montgomery and he was a 21-year-old college student.
He had seemed to disappear into mid-air and there had been a search in the area until January 3, 2015, when they found his body in the river in the area.No foul play: the death had been ruled an accident.
I have three nephews who are now over 21 and I can not begin to fathom the pain and grief that Shane’s parents and family are going through.What is touching me even deeper is that I grew up two blocks from the mom’s family and know them from the neighborhood.When Jim and I got married and joined our parish, we became friendly with Shane’s Aunt Maryann and Uncle Fred.
They found Shane the morning after I retired.I am now 100 miles away from my hometown and was unable to get there for the viewing and funeral.I was there is spirit, though.Tonight on Facebook, there was an even to light a candle for Shane. Yes, I did participate.To honor Shane’s memory, not to light his way to heaven because I truly believe he is there, and to send the candle flame to the Montgomery and Verbrugghe families.
Your son has become my nephew, and my heart is broken, as is yours.My candle is lit and my prayers are continuing for your family.
“Good night, Sweet Prince.”
Mother nature is giving me a break.
If you have been following this blog with any regularity, you know I have been trying to do fitbit zip version walking daily since Halloween.I really have been getting into it, especially since I have seen eighteen pounds disappear since then.
Tomorrow,here at Undisclosed, it’s due to be cold. Not quite Wisconsin cold, but cold none the less.The girls will have to go out, but not as far as we have been.I will be bundling up, but as a sent a quick message to my friend and sister KJ earlier today, God wants me fit, not with pneumonia.
As it would only be day three of retirement, I think a little down time will be in order, and as Zush’s surgery is scheduled for Thursday morning, well, I will try to get some quiet one on one time with her.She is getting a ruptured cyst off of her left rear leg.Any prayers or good mojo that you can send for her would greatly appreciated.
The first “retirement” snow.
We are just due to have a small amount here at Undisclosed location, and the city is due to have two to four inches.
I had to laugh because I had the Weather Channel on and if I saw it this forecast while in the city, I’d run out for eggs, bread, milk and toilet paper.
I’m retired now, so what am I going to do?
Go out and get some kidney beans so I can make a crock pot of chili for tomorrow’s dinner.
The times, they are a changin’……..
When I went into work on Tuesday, I went into my emptied cubicle.
I went to my computer, pulled a picture up, printed it up on the printer, and hung it on the outside of my cubicle wall.I wrote one statement on it.
**it was a picture of the Cape May Lighthouse.**
A few, and by that I mean only twice did I shed a little tear during the day because saying good-bye is always bittersweet. I had lunch with two of my “besties”, Elaine and Denise and had a fabulous time. After quitting time, I met with my friends Ed, Mark, Jon and Margaret, and we laughed over drinks.
It was a good day.The memories will always be with me.
I went with Jim to see Cioci Frannie today.
Cioci is my Mom’s remaining sister and I wanted to pay a visit to her for New Year’s day.She just had a little plumbing issue, and Jim tried to help her out and it seemed to be of some help.
After we were done with the plumbing, I sat with Cioci and Jim and she offered us some Chrusciki.If you are a regular reader of this post, you’ll remember this time last year, as I posted about chrusciki when reminiscing about Christmases past.Today, as we sat at her kitchen table, the chrusciki were so bittersweet, as she wished us lots of luck in our retirement.
Funny how something so tasty has so many memories tied to it, and today, I made some more.
Tomorrow I end 30 years in my position.End of an era. I am packed up again with Jim and the girls and we are headed off to a new chapter of our lives.
I’ll have to make sure that I have a chrusciki recipe in my future.
I got a gift today in work.
Sure, cash is always good…lol…but it wasn’t that.
My boss came over when I was on the phone and presented me with a wooden award slate that was a City of Philadelphia Retirement award. I was floored. Seriously. I think for the first time in 30 years I actually had nothing to say.
It is pictured below and I have to admit it made me feel good for one reason. Everything engraved on that award was the truth. I have tried, for the most part, to do a good job for the citizens of my city. I actually felt appreciated.
I guess it really IS time for me to take the show on the road.
The curtain is coming down.
My co-workers in my unit threw me a combination retirement/birthday luncheon today.
As with a lot of offices, when you are there as long as I have been, you have seen a lot of office politics go by. I had specifically asked for no party, because they leave open the chance for people from other parts of the floor to participate. People who would sooner bad mouth me one day would come and ” wish me well”?
My friends made a lovely little luncheon for me in the office and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.They are wonderful people to work with, and I will miss them, as they definitely had become a second family.We have gone through a lot through the inception of our unit, but we do a boatload of work.
They will forever be in my heart.
The finality of the move is getting to me in little ways.
I went out this morning for a walk to add to my steps and bought my BFF and maid of honor, Denise, a jalapeno bagel.It was probably the last time that I’d do that. When I was in college I had worked at Independence Hall for the National Park Service.The building I work in now, The Curtis Center, is across the street from it.When I was out getting Denise’s bagel I took a picture of Independence Hall. How many times in my life have I done that? Won’t be doing that too much any more.Actually I am glad I did that back in the day, because I can’t really tolerate crowds these days.
A few other things have gotten me: my first “retirement” card, my first person who was leaving work for vacation and coming back after I’d be gone…the change is starting.That’s what they say, right? Change is for the better?
All I know is that I have gotten to the point where the reality of it is biting me in the butt.
Another Thursday night.
Well, not another. It’s November. My oldest nephew turns 27 on Tuesday.I remember when Matt and I were best of buddies, and I could carry him on my shoulders, and we played “zoomie cars”.**sigh**
I can’t believe it.
I also can’t believe I have reached a kind of short timer status on the job. It’s surreal as I sit here and think about that.
Fortunately, Zush has a vet appointment with our new vet on Saturday morning as we march forward with maintaining good health for all of us as we approach our new life. It’s kind of weird to even type that, but in a good way.
Off to Undisclosed in the mid-day, hanging out with ourselves,and our new neighbors, and getting ourselves immersed in a different way of life.I am praying it’ll be a smooth transition for all of us.
Today at lunch time, my union had a speaker on retirement health and welfare benefits. It had been touched on numerous occasions before, but one more time wouldn’t hurt,
Whenever these meetings occur, I take notes,and tell Jim about it. He, Inevitably, says,”well what about q, w and x.” I swear up and down they covered it in the meeting, but not to Jim’s satisfaction.I tried something new this time-I taped the meeting on my phone.Hopefully, everything will be pretty good.
It’s a pleasure to be at this point of a career and look at final meetings. It is a day you never really expected to come about.
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.
We can’t believe it’s the beginning of October already.
We are doing things around the house,working on landscaping,moving some things around but, OCTOBER.
Jim keeps asking me if I am nervous about leaving a job I have had for thirty years and I am not. I think he is nervous for the both of us,but we both agree it is time.We just can’t believe how quickly the time has flown.We talk about up coming holiday weekends,and it makes you take a step back to think you WON’T have a three-day weekend next year, because you may not be working, or if you are, it may not be a job giving you that day as a holiday.
Despite the reflection we are at peace.
Life is good.**for now**
Remember yesterday’s post about humidity?
The cold front came through and I am one happy girl. I get to sleep tonight, relax tonight, or even just hang out tonight without sweat dripping down my face. What a pleasure!
I am sorry some of my buddies are truly sad that summer is going. I agree to a point: I have a pair of sketchers sandals I adore and will be sorry to see them in the closet.They’re going to go to the closet at Undisclosed, and wait the grand rebirth in my retirement!
Whoo-hoo! Something to look forward to!
It’s mid-September for me in a lot of ways.
It’s actually mid-September on the calendar. I am getting ready to retire and am facing the September of my years.There’s a lot of September around me.
I almost wistfully look back to the time when I donned a white uniform blouse and an itchy grey and green plaid uniform jumper. I always say to people if we knew what we knew now, at this point of life, no one would want to leave the comfort of fifth grade.The problems of today weren’t even a vapor back then when it is was school years.
I’m glad I am at where I am now, though.For all the things that you have gone through have made you wiser for the experience, and maybe, just maybe,if it is in the cards, you get to sit back and relax for once.
The only thing that is taking the sting out of going to bed right after I finish this, getting up 3am, and heading back up into the city is the fact that this is my last city Labor Day.
I was fortunate enough to spend this week last year down here for a week. I couldn’t do that this year, as I am counting down and have to use my time frugally and wisely.As my good friend and neighbor reminded me you’ll be here next year.
I just have to think of that when I am getting up at 3am.
Yup, I know Fall doesn’t start until late September.
As I sit here and type this, I am looking out the window and looking at the late summer lawn and garden.Part of me is genuinely sad, as I am sitting in the room where both my parents passed away in 1998 and 2012.That thought and looking at the outside really makes me feel the passage of time.Part of me laments the fact that I used to go swimming in the summer with Zush, and the fact that we are both getting a little older, well, Zush goes in and I keep her company going up to my mid-calves.
I feel depressed.
The hope I have is for the future.
The hope to finish out my time here in the city and pray that the future is kind to us all.To actually live in a house with my husband that is ours and with our furniture and belongings and things that are ours is something that I am patiently waiting for. I hear Jim say about how is going to miss his job, and yet, I am leaving mine to move as is he, and this was the first time I heard him express that.Wow…something else to mull over in my mind,
I mull these things over in my head, and although I know I am more than ready to leave, I can only pray that we all survive the transition.
In the crispness of fall, hopefully, things will be comforting to us and we all will be alright.
There is nothing like working a few hours extra in the day and coming home late.
I am not bragging,only lamenting the fact that my ridiculously early bedtime has to be pushed back a wee bit because I hadn’t eaten dinner yet.Truly, not a run-of-the-mill situation for me.It can never mimic how truly physical labor wears you out, but I am pretty beat.It makes me the appreciate the fact that this time next year this will hopefully**or not** be only a memory.I know that when my head hits the pillow tonight, it will be a great feeling.
Fortunately Jim stepped in and took care of the girls, but there was nothing but love for me coming through the door: nice to know they miss me.
Good to be tired, but even better to be home with my loves!
It has been a mighty long week this week.
The time to come down here to Undisclosed has never been more appreciated. I was talking to someone today and they asked me if I am scared to retire. There are so many ways to take that. As I am still working now, I come down with Jimmy and the girls on the weekend and we have been doing it for five years now.
Between the crap happening in the city, and traveling back and forth. I am not scared at all; merely tired.
I am crazy enough to like off-season, to love the fact that the bay actually will freeze over when the temperature drops low enough. Most importantly, I love the peace and quiet.
I will, God willing, be 55 in December.
I am making**knock wood** plans to retire.
It is really hard when you are in an office environment and you have people around you and you have to deal with folks on the phone and….I could go on and on.I have come to realize that I am, indeed, a dinosaur.I have been blessed with being 15 days away from being on my job thirty years.
I remember when I first started this job and you are a little put back because you are the classic ” new kid on the block” and you know no one.You have what little experience you have acquired through college and summer jobs and now, all of a sudden, you are out of the minor leagues and into the majors.
In the meantime, I have become used to that comfortable bathrobe, aka my job. It has been there when I needed it. As in all things in life, sure, there are going to be things to get to you like long fingernails on a blackboard.The problem with that is as a kid, my Mom taught me to work and play well with others.What happens is you come in and do you job and try not to let it get to you.For the most part I have been somewhat successful in that.
Now that I am in the late autumn of my career,I have decided to come in and be totally indifferent to everything…..
I’ll keep you posted on how I make out on it….LOL
“I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song.
I’m twenty-two now but I won’t be for long
Time hurries on.
And the leaves that are green turn to brown….”
Paul Simon wrote these lyrics for a Simon and Garfunkel hit circa 1966 called ” Leaves that are Green”.I thought this was an appropriate start for the blog numbered 1,000.
I started this blog in 2011, when I was 51 years old. I was sharing care-giving duties for my Mom with Dementia with my brother.I was married for 9 years back then. I had crappy knees and was waiting to get knee replacements.And yes, I was thinner,
So on the occasion of this blog #1000, so much has changed.
Mom is gone, I am happily married, next month, for 12 years. I have new knees and a belly because emotion still gets the best of me.I am working on that, though, and trying to get things together.
Jim and I have a new home and we’ll be occupying full-time in a few months.I, knock wood, am on the road to retirement.My girls are still with me: Zush is 12 and Kasia is 5. Jim and I are trying to set up housekeeping and farming down here at Undisclosed.The emotions are mixed at folding up our tent and leaving the big city, but more times than not, we are more than ready to leave it behind.
This blog has been therapy for me to vent and also to keep the memories of what has happened, be it good, bad or indifferent. It also has been a way for me to share my stories and experiences with you, dear reader.Thanks for reading and being here for me. I appreciate the fact that you check in with me and the family. For that you have my thanks and a giant hug.
And to quote the tag line from the Beverly Hillbillies…”You all come back now, hear?”
Sometime before I turn 65, I hope to relax on a Friday.
People have often told me how jealous they are of Undisclosed and our ability to go there. What folks don’t realize is we try to dean up here Thursday night and Friday.After that comes the packing.Dirty clothes for washing over the weekend, food to restock the pantry,clean clothes,things that we’d need down the house and the like.
In short, It’s a job.
Comes Sunday I have to reverse the procedure and multiply it by the fact the, quite frankly, you just don’t want to come back to the city.Last summer we thought we’d never have to ride in shore traffic again, and yet here we are,repeating the process.
Come on, retirement!
It seems that five minutes ago it was Friday.
It is Monday late afternoon-early evening.
I am home.
I have to go back to the city.I have bills to pay.**sigh**
The pace here is so peaceful,and so relaxing that I actually managed to get a nap in today, which is really saying something for me. Jim is off to ride his bike and then we slowly will get things together to head on back up.The weather has been gorgeous.
Retirement can’t be soon enough.
A co-worker just came by and announced someone in management is retiring tomorrow.
“Good”, I said.
I agree with the get out of Dodge quick theory.After all, you have worked your years and you should be able to make your own call. Some people may not want to leave, but feel it is time. Others want to get on with their own life and leave it all behind.Not everyone is looking for a party.
It shouldn’t be taken personally, because when it comes your turn, you want to go out the way you’d want to go.
Just cherish the good times and learn from the bad.
In my attempt to enjoy time away from the office, and psych myself up for changes in the new year, I’d been spending leave times on every Friday, in order to bask in peace and quiet.
There’s only one problem with this: eventually time runs out, and I have to figure out quiet time for Shingleman and myself. Fortunately, there’s no jockeying time this week. The flip side is this is the first full week I’ve worked in a while.
No worries- next weekend is birthday weekend.
We seem to currently be going steady with a grey cloud over us.
Jim, the habitual realist/pessimist-me? Habitual realist/ optimist. All we want to do is retire and move to Undisclosed full time. Well, we seem to be turning corners, and are looking around them optimistically for change. It seems all we are looking out at are more brick walls .
Well, nice to know that the sucky timing of this runs parallel to my theory of this year nine into ten being a long, long year..,it’s got to get better!
Allegedly, the office is going through a housecleaning. Hopefully, I won’t be swept up with the trash. The drama doesn’t even go away any more: it just tapers off and then picks up again. All this makes me wish the house gets sold rapidly, so I can pack up and get to the Undisclosed and get on with my life.
Meanwhile, I am glad for the knee replacements, because who knows how long I am going to have to tread water. I can’t wait until I can hang out with Zush.
Anything that can be somewhat off-center is.
My retired buddies are gone. The inmates are ruling the asylum in the office. Though we have had a good stretch of weather, now it’s been overcast/rainy and my sinuses can work for the Weather channel. Shingleman has painted part of the interior of the house and the faint stench of paint remains.
On the flip side, Shingleman’s birthday is this Sunday ( the girls and I each got Daddy a gift-sssh…don’t tell), we’re expecting Shingleman’s oldest sister and brother-in-law for the weekend, and I get to make a birthday/anniversary cake. We have a birthday Friday night, an anniversary Saturday, and Shingleman’s special day is Sunday.
If the pressure in my head would drop off for a wee bit, things would be good.
For now, I’ll take what I can get.
So here it is.
The first Monday without both of my buddies that retired.
Knowing it is going to take all I have, plus a ton of prayer and the strongest faith this side of the planet, I am going in to put my first x on the calendar . I will be offering big time prayers up that I can get out in one peace, and no it’s not a typo, for I have One gigantic heart full of peace and I would love for it to come with me.
Now if only things work out ok and my stomach un-knots, things will be ok.
The week had some ups and downs. Doesn’t everybody’s? Mine were mostly downs.
I never had a greater appreciation of the house here @ Undisclosed. I realize that problems don’t escape, and you have to face them**thanks to Mother Superior from the Sound of Music**, but it’s kind of sad when people just seem to be drawing up material in order to cause grief. I mean, just because people hate people doing a job and getting ready to leave, well, people feel they have the right to have a bird turd on your head.
I am going to keep on keeping on, and as of Monday, there will be a red X on my calendar, to start the countdown out.
You have to do what you need to do to be happy.
Some beautiful flowers lightened up my mood-am sharing them with you in this post.