I have basically nothing to say other than I’m getting old. I am retired more or less. My husband is retired so I am retired. I worked at some shit jobs (minimum wage or a little more) since leaving the Beverage Company so it was easy to leave the working life behind.
Since I am retired and nearing the dreaded age of 65… But aren’t all birthdays dreaded after a certain peak? Then the down hill spiral ? This is what I have learned in my old dotage. Any age is worth living and worth looking back on as a good year. Any age is a good age.
And since I feel I have little to draw on when I try to find something entertaining to write, rather than not writing I will just draw upon life as a has been. A throw away. A dried up old prune. An invisible woman of a certain age. Body betraying me old hag.
It should be fun!
First of all, when one is retired one has to look and be with their spouse ALL THE TIME. This makes me want to run away. Sometimes. It’s as if I need more and more alone time and he needs less.
I blame him for keeping me away from the things I like, no love to do and that is not correct. It’s me. He is the easy target to shoot at and aim all my frustrations. Beginning this blog again is a good start. One foot in front of the other.
Now 14 years after I began this blog of the same name on AOL I will pick up again. I have little need for anyone to comment or acknowledge my superior writing. In that respect I shall become like J.D. Salinger and join him as being a recluse. Oh how delicious that sounds. I will explore what makes me happy and then follow my heart. Even ifs it doing something as silly as cutting out pictures and creating collages. Or baking bread, making a cake, inventing new and wondrous ways to make soups! Finding a new hobby. I just want to stop feeling like I am fading away and waiting for the Angel of Death to find me.
Another purpose. I will not go silently. After all I am a big mouthed look at us hear us heed us BABY BOOMER.
More to come. Expect rants about our government. I deplore DT #45. He is the worst of the worst. Expect to explore the National Parks with me as I have a Senior Pass or a Golden Pass and have already used it once. Expect to hear me lament about my drug addicted daughter and wring my hands. Expect to go with me while I travel to my favorite places….again for I have well documented in those 14 years many of those places. Expect book reports good and bad. As I age I have changed my reading habits. If I do not like a book I do not feel compelled to finish it. Usually 50 pages or so does it for me. Expect my opinions about the world and my little part in it. Go along with me as I struggle to find a way to make this little piece of the world I live in a better place.
That should keep us busy for awhile.