A group of friends organized a game night this weekend at 6 PM on Saturday. On the text chain, someone offered to bring pizza, and I said I'd bake a cake since there was a birthday to celebrate, too.
Who knew that would be all we had for dinner?
The games were fun, though.
I received an email this afternoon from the job site where I'm enrolled informing me of all sorts of opportunities with the federal government.
Ummmm. Really?
You know it's cold when the cat runs into the living room because she hears the fireplace screen move. And it has been cold, almost dauntingly so. But I remembered something I learned when I was in college in Upstate New York.
I didn't have a car until I was a senior, so I walked everywhere. There were days when it was so cold I could feel the hair in my nose crisp up a bit when I took my first breath outside on my way to class. I also recall being able to walk on the snow because it had a thick top layer that was frozen solid, which was helpful since I liked to cut across the field hockey pitch if I was running late.
But what I didn't do was lower my head and hunch my shoulders against the cold. That just made it worse! Instead, I threw my shoulders back and strode purposefully in the direction I needed to go. After all? It was just a little cold weather.
And I've found that strategy still works 40-something years later.
But a fire sure is nice, too.
An old friend messaged me the other night.
I’ve been thinking about you guys, and wondering how you are doing in retirement. Me, I’m working on something I’m excited about and I figure 5 more years, which makes sense financially. Does retirement make all the political crap any easier to take, or does it just give you more time to worry about stuff?
I considered her question and replied.
I don't feel like retirement has had much of an impact on my response to the current political situation. I try to limit my exposure to the news and use the extra time I have to do other things.
Even so, retirement has been a big adjustment for me. It's taken months to decompress after decades of teaching, and I'm not quite there yet. I didn't recognize what a huge change it would be, and I haven't quite found my new normal yet. I'm glad that you have work you find fulfilling, and I hope it's also manageable in terms of time and energy. If so, there's no reason to retire!
Suggested for you, read the banner, and a young, bearded man smiled beneath. I confess: I was scrolling through a social media account, even though I have better things to do. But I did not recognize the person in the photo or his name, and stranger still, we had no "friends" in common.
Who is this guy? I thought as I tapped the name. There, I saw him showing off his Eagle Scout project, graduating from the University of Buffalo, and hiking with a young woman. It finally dawned on me that he was one of my neighbors across the way. I have spoken to him a few times, but our paths rarely cross.
I barely know him, but social media thinks I should. And hmmmm. How might it know that?
In all the wind the other evening, a tree fell in the woods, and loads of people heard it, mainly because it smashed the trash enclosure across the way and knocked the top off one of the light posts. It also blocked the road that loops around our complex, and since it was Sunday of a three-day weekend, we had little hope that it would be resolved any time soon.
Everything worked exactly as it was supposed to, and I wish I wasn't so surprised. I am grateful, though.
Every year, I look forward to seeing the Oscar-nominated short films (and most years, I write a thing or two about them, as well- check out the label at the end of this post to see the archive). At any rate, this was the weekend we went to those cinematic anthologies, and as in years past, we saw a reflection of the world's woes. But this year, the angst was rife throughout both the animated and the live-action films; they were ten short movies about worry and stress, and only a couple had clearly uplifting resolutions. The others were ambiguous at best, and I left the theaters feeling a little deflated.
I didn't think I needed a happy ending to enjoy a movie, but maybe these days? I do.
