It’s Starting To Look a Lot Like Retirement

I have 8 more working days left at my day-job. I packed up some stuff from my office and brought it home today (where I had to pack it again …). I try to bring something home everyday, so moving out won’t be such a big deal the last couple days.

My employee badge was exchanged for a temporary one, that says: “EXPIRES 19-JUL-2012” – this is if I don’t  turn the thing in (badge) when I exit the place on the 19th. If I want to sneak past the guard at the gate and get in illegally. Like that will occur to me. I have gone through that gate for 28+ years now, and I’m ready to stop.

I want to do my own things. Like write a novel (or two), and at least one screenplay. I sometimes fantasize about Best Seller lists and the Oscars. Wouldn’t that be a hoot?   But my number one thrill is getting so involved in the story that I am there, and it unfolds right before my eyes as I write it down.

Old Notebooks

I have a drawer full of old notebooks with handwritten stories, beginnings of novels & poems. I wrote them before people had computers with Microsoft on them. Before spell check.

I also want to finish up other kinds of projects started long ago:  quilts, rugs, a family cookbook. And who knows what new bees are yet to fly up my bonnet! I think all these changes at once are going to be an adventure… 😉

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Movement

Where did she go???
Miss Chloë, age 2

.In the time between “say cheese!” and pushing the button, she moved. She’s 2-years old and takes moving very seriously. I have a lot of pictures of furniture.

If my camera does catch her image, it’s always blurry because she is, of course, moving.

She is all cozy and tucked into bed, slumbering as if in a coma, and still moving. Check on her in an hour and her body has moved to the opposite side of the mattress. Sometimes an arm or a leg are hanging outside of the crib.

It exhausts me to watch her, but I can’t stop! I know that what happened to my daughter will also happen to her.

She will keep having those birthday parties and grow up on me way too quickly  😉

Got Valium?

Forget the milk.

I spent the past week trying to get through 954 emails that had piled up in my mail box at work, during the 2 weeks I was out. I scheduled a meeting with our department’s top management to formally give them my retirement date (July 19th). Only 13 more working days to go – and I can’t stop smiling!

At home there isn’t nearly as much smiling. So much to go through and weed out – still!  Haven’t I been doing this for months?  Not much sorting got accomplished last week – too busy interviewing moving company’s and trying to make up my mind how much packing we could reasonably do on our own to save money.

I put our old office furniture and the rolling cabinet for the microwave up for grabs on Craig’s List. So far not many queries. I probably did it wrong (this was my maiden voyage). I may have to find a charity that will pick up furniture.

To make the week more interesting, I got a call from my doctor’s office about test results that came back “positive” – which, unfortunately, is negative news. Now I must have a more  invasive test that will put me out of commission for 1.5 days to overrule or confirm the earlier test.  Like I have time for this …

Surprisingly, I am not freaking out. In fact, life has been so f#$%@!g crazy around here that I’m actually looking forward to it.  I will be heavily medicated for the test,  and that sounds soooo wonderful to me now….

Medications

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