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Well, I did retire last year. Still not gettig all the sleep I would like to have, but it is nice not to HAVE to get up at a specific time. On the other hand, sleep may be overrated. It takes time away from living.

I find that now that I am retired instead of eating the cake, I joined a gym! I had joined one while working, but getting there at 5:30 a.m. didn’t cut it for me. Now I can get to the gym at times when it is not crowded and do my thing. I’m also taking a water exercise class that meets twice a week at 9 a.m. So I am trying actually to become MORE healthy as I get older because the body parts seem to be wearing thin.

I meet with friends for lunch or dinner, I read what I want when I want, I work in glass and have more time to do it. I’m planning on travelling more. And no, I don’t wear heels.

Retirement is great, but I plan to find some part-time work or volunteer work that interests me, because although I have been an avid reader all my life, one cannot spend all the time reading. I already volunteer for Hadassah and will probably do more, but I’m thinking about becoming a docent for the National Gallery of Art in addition.

What I do know, that is if you are lucky enough to be fairly healthy, there are so very many options open to pursue, and I hope to pursue many of them.

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School Supplies by Lucia Blinn

What promise, what power in those words.

And in the crisp autumn sound of September.

That was the year’s real beginning.

The burnished days when the last bits of summer

blew away. We raked crunchy leaves into piles,

lit smoky bonfires and inhaled the now-forbidden

scent that signaled sweaters. Mom supervised

the boys in the annual washing of the storm windows;

the kitchen radio turned way up with the Tigers

winding down the season. In the pre-TV forties,

there was still quiet in our heads for dreaming;

time enough for reading under a tree.

We got ready for school with new shoes

and plaid skirts and school supplies—fresh new pencils

and tablets that teased you into expectations of A’s

but rarely mid-wifed more than a B. (more…)

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General Burgoyne stumbles out of a wrecked fort at Yorktown, his face showing the wretched depths of humiliation to which this red coated Aristo has been reduced.  He is followed by starving soldiers , British and Hessian, dressed in rags, fearfully looking about and expecting to be shot, despite the terms of surrender. The huge mural dominates its space in the Capitol, intimidating this British tourist who shrinks, and slinks away down a stone corridor, away from the mocking painted eyes of the American militiamen. (more…)

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Bert and I went to visit an old friend in the nursing home unit of the retirement complex in which she lives. Wilma is probably about 84-85 by now; she seems to have outlived most of her friends.  She’s an independent, feisty gal, who despite severe mobility issues was living independently in a retirement village until she had a heart attack a few months ago.   Her recovery wasn’t easy, and her subsequent inability to breathe without 24/7 oxygen, plus weakness in her extremities has led to her needing to stop driving, and leave the independent living apartment in her community.  I thought her acceptance of this blow remarkable. She has one dutiful son and daughter-in-law, who make every effort to make her life as easy as it can be. (more…)

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