Still, as more and more people around me plunge into retirement including, of course, my occasional traveling companion, and including some who are even younger than I, at some moment not too far back I began to play the game as well: how many years before I toss aside a work schedule in favor of...something else?
There is, however, the other side of the coin too: where I think I am still planning what to be when I grow up. I will write my book. I will plant yet another garden. I’ll chase foxes away from chicks, should we choose to breed chicks.
In the meantime, in celebration of a perfect near freezing temp, my older girl and I cross-country skied. She hadn’t done that since she was maybe ten, but somewhere in her there is a gliding gene, because she is both good on ice and good on snow.
Yes, time to get lost in the Arboretum.
If you have two hours to fool with, it’s not a bad place to lose yourself in. Just you and the wild turkeys.
A perfect afternoon! I love you mommy.
ReplyDeleteI love that bridge. Also the woods make me think of Robert Frost poems.
ReplyDeleteMost of us in this office are reticent when it comes to discussing retirement possibilities, though most of us are at an age where it looms on the horizon. When one of us manages to initiate a conversation about retirement, the rest of us peer around the corner and say, "Me, too," as though just bringing it up in conversation would somehow change perceptions, even reality.
ReplyDeleteI like my work, too, and am good at it. But there are other dreams, long postponed, that I'd like to actualize, too. Someday. Maybe make that "someday soon" I hope.