Tuesday, October 15, 2019
And so, the factory whistle blows again. Ha! Except, I need not answer, for you see, I have more vacation time than work days left until my retirement is official. I go. . . on occasion. I still have a position and duties, and I am no shirker. Still, I go, as I say, occasionally and only for as long as I want. I am easing into retirement.
And it is weird.
Every day becomes like the other. I get up, drink coffee and read, then exercise and come home to do some sort of work, have lunch, take a nap, get up drowsy and get ready for dinner. I have not been completely lazy. I have worked. I weeded the long driveways. I had not worked like that for over a year, and I was sore after. The next day, Ili and I threw twelve yards of mulch. That was the real challenge. I am proud to say that I was up to it. I was "the man" for the job. It has take me a long time to get to this point.
Yesterday I went to Home Depot and got fifty pound bags of soil for filling in some uneven steps.
In short, I'm giving up a job I like for one that I don't like so much. Not really.
But today is a factory day, and tomorrow is as well. Soon the workers will begin to resent me.
I can see how retirement can be dangerous. Ili says she will get me a t-shirt that says, "I'm not a drunk, I'm a retiree."
That is Ili's picture of me in Paris as I was photographing something. Very clever, I think. The Paris Photographer. I must have been focussed on a monument.
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