What a strange expression. I am trying to think of a better title. I had one task for today and that was all--to make a salad for tonight's church supper and mortgage burning ceremony. Oh, and to play the piano for the hymn "Great is Thy Faithfulness" for the service.
I was up early and on my own by 8:00 am and thinking about what I could do with the day stretched out before me. I am feeling so much better than I was--and have more energy--and I guess that makes me restless. I used to think that the curse of my old age would be solitude because I wanted it so desperately at times when we had young children.
So how did this retired lady keep busy in her solitude? I sent out an email and a Facebook message. I called Jim once and a friend called me just to say hello. So there was some contact with others.
I spent most of two hours going through old work files. Two years after retiring I find that I could purge a lot more than I had originally done. Articles on learning disabilities from the 1980s and 90s--dumped. First day get-acquainted activities--gone. It was an exercise in remembering--the good and the bad. There were great notes of appreciation and then frustrating write-ups for staff members who were out smoking instead of taking care of children.
I needed exercise but didn't want to walk around the neighborhood again. I got in the car and almost let it make up its own mind. It drove me to St. Mary's College where I parked and walked to the old St. Joe High School. I took a photo of the demolition and sent it to Dan who responded with a tearful emoticon. It was a good walk and I felt grateful to be able to feel the breeze and see the wild flowers and the river through the trees. I did wonder where I would be in five years--maybe in one of those assisted living places I passed?
I do wish we lived closer to our families. I would have loved to have popped over to Laura's and taken the four year old out somewhere--or just hung out with the baby. Or I could watch Jeff coach his 12 year old's Little League game. But that is not the way our lives are right now. Maybe someday. But I hope that when that time comes, I am not too old or they are not too old to appreciate grandma time.