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Sunday, November 13, 2016

My name is June and I'm a blogger

I'm still here. 
Over here, behind the floor plant, leaning to  my extreme right, trying to get some lamplight onto my knitting in order to save my sight until I finish this baby blanket. The yarn is very soft and slippery and slides very easily off my needles, so I can't do this job by feel. The blanket is for one of the poor souls who is still employed at Small Pond, and whose baby is due in January. I hope to have this project finished and delivered long, long before the baby's here. Or rather . . . there . . . with her. Not here, please God. 

I, myself, am no longer employed at Small Pond. I retired on my 65th birthday, the soonest I was eligible to collect my pension. I continued to work two days per week for three months. On the morning of the twentieth of September, as my boss and I were chatting pre-actual-work, I said, "Bill. I think I'm finished."
"You're finished."
"Yes. I think I am."
"Do you have a date for this?"
"Yes. Today. At four o'clock."
And so it was done. My whole week, my whole life: my own.

I have been having The Time of My Life enjoying the freedom of being socially acceptably unemployed! I love it when people say to me that I have earned it. Oh my, have I ever earned this. My retirement routine is still evolving. I'm still just doing small things that I want to when I want to, spending much too much of my time cuddling with and talking to Molly and Peep, but then, that's what they're here for, isn't it?

I feel sure that the following two items are related somehow.

1. I was gobsmacked by the results of the presidential election. Sick at heart and stomach. For a few days I engaged in commenting on news stories, but that just makes me angrier, so I think I've stopped that.

2. Today, on a full moon impulse, after I finished at the supermarket, I took the hour-long drive to my childhood home. 
Just to see, just to breathe the air there. 
It's been more than forty years since I've driven past the old farmhouse, although I've Google Earth'd it many times. The route there and back revealed such changes, yet the geography alone pulled me onto the proper roads. ("Is that the road? That's the hill...") And it was. Amazing.
It's no surprise that the space between the house and the road (the space that I ran madly across to try to get on the school bus before I was old enough to go to school, lunch bucket full of rocks rattling in my hand) is not acres wide, that the tree that held our rope and board swing is not The Big Tree of memory, but only a reasonably sized tree. It's dead now, the top all wrecked and broken, covered with vines. The pond appears to be much larger than it was when I was nine or ten, probably because more of that area was then swamp and less of it pond. It's where we gathered up frog eggs and jarred them, watching as they turned into pollywogs and then set them free back in their home. 

Maybe the moral of my story is simply that all things change, but I'm still here. Still breathing. (Thank you, Friko.)

11 comments:

Lorac said...

I love that you took that drive to the old home. I do that every few years and it always maks me kind of sad but I am still glad I went. Just stopped in to say hello again!

Olga Hebert said...

Good to hear from you again June. Glad you are still breathing! Blogger and I are having a bit of a difficulty so I started a different blog at mythirdactbog.wordpress.com.

DJan said...

It's so lovely to "see" you again, June. It was lonely here in Blogaritaville without you. Welcome back. :-)

the7msn said...

Missed you.

June said...

Aw, I'm so glad you all remembered me! Thanks for the greetings!
I have an awful lot of catching up to do.

C-ingspots said...

Oh, how amazingly awesome you must feel! To now have your time, truly be, your time. Such freedom is to be savored and enjoyed. Love that you visited your childhood home too, the same and yet changed. Like we all do. Congratulations on your retirement!

Friko said...

Oh joyful day! June is back!
Now that you have more time on your hands, be they covered in dog fur and therefore all the sweeter, could you see yourself popping in here just a tad more regularly? I for one would greatly appreciate it.

Retirement on its own is not all it’s cracked up to be. There’s something to be said for some gentle exercise of brain and body.
Yes?

Tom Sightings said...

Glad you're back; hope you'll stay a while. I know what you mean about going back to your old haunts (mine are only about 40 miles away and I visit about twice a year). They bring the very epitome of bittersweet memories. But somehow they strengthen you, remind you where you came from, and give you some satisfaction with your life, and the courage to go on.

SmitoniusAndSonata said...

Lovely to see you back !
Retirement does have its advantages , never having to set the alarm , for instance , or rush through lunch. Given that I'm extremely lazy , I've taken to it like a duck to water and I hope you do to .

Morning Bray Farm said...

I'm so glad to see you back. I was worried about you. xoxo

kaka small said...

interesting post!we love visiting in your blog...we will come back soon.
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