Trying to Navigate the Middle of the Road
I’ve finally set a retirement date. At least an official one, where I actually live off the government. The Government won’t pay me enough, so I will still have to work a part-time job, but it will be easier on me. Maybe you’ve noticed I have been writing more posts lately. Maybe I can start making money this way?
I’m sitting here on this Memorial Day wondering why I never seem to write any more. It’s not that I don’t have the time anymore, now that I am “semi-retired” I have more time than ever. But instead of using that time in productive ways, I waste it away watching YouTube videos or playing games on my phone.
I got to spend some time behind the dirty windshield this week. It’s been a while since I’ve had the chance. I did a six hour round trip to Maine.
It’s the first day of fall here in New England. Technically I guess it is the first day of fall everywhere. And a dark, dreary, damp day it has been. It IS one of those days that I tend to get depressed while I am driving to a destination.
If I only knew then what I know now. Have you ever heard that? Have you ever said that?
As the years speed past me, I tend to think about that a lot. If I knew how things would turn out I would have made different choices. But I can’t now. We can’t undo what’s done.
I used to enjoy going out to eat. The much better half and I would try to get out once a week, either for breakfast or dinner.
Have you noticed that our lives have been slowly taken over by technology? Slowly isn’t the right word, technology has steamrolled over our lives. Some of us rely on our phones for everything.
Whenever I hear someone start a conversation with “I ain’t gonna lie”, well, it scares me. Has everything this person told me up to this time been a lie? Have they never told the truth? I automatically go into “Here it comes” mode, you know like when you feel there is about to be some line of BS about something. “Honestly Dad, I ain’t gonna lie to you,, it wasn’t my fault I didn’t stop at that red light and ran into the police car.”
I realize it has been some time since I have posted anything on this blog. So long in fact, I am not sure blogging is even a thing anymore. But I am quickly reaching a milestone in my life, my sixty-fifth birthday.
Do you know what makes me feel old? Going into a place and realizing I am the oldest person in the room. Even worse is when I look around and realize I’m the youngest in the room. That happened today. (This post was sitting in my draft pile if your wondering about the published date)
