It’s Monday. Huh…..had to give that some thought.  The date?…..Do I care?  At times I think not.  I’m told by many of the working stiffs, me being one in the same at one time, they can’t wait to retire.  I wonder now why?  Is this life so great at times?

So many questions at this stage of the game should not be taking up brain space and clouding my mind. We have the ability to pick and choose what interest us and go forward with it.  If a day comes along and me feel :(- so be it.  Maybe a walk will get the motor purring again like a fine tuned Cadillac.  The best part of it is we don’t have to do anything but stick our nose in a good mystery novel and let the world whorl by and before you know it light has faded and winter’s darkness begins to envelope us once more as another day draws to an end.   Whew!  Another dauntless day successfully ended with little or no effort.

I wonder at times did I complete anything worthwhile in all those years of toil and turmoil?  I  kept a roof over my head, food on the table and five wonderful children around me to share the constant  chaos.  So now the calm and quiet at times is like being in a dark black hole with just the sound of my own voice chattering on, echoing around me as I go about the business of cleaning and picking up behind myself.  The two cats that share this warm cozy home with me seem to have a rhythm of their own that tells them when it’s chow time and all else matters none.

Just completed a long journey with my daughter that took us nearly 2000 miles to Georgia and back,  bringing her son home from Ft. Benning. Her older son flew down to drive us all back safely.  These adventures are made possible because of retirement. So I guess it’s not so bad after all!