Summer-where, over the rainbow…there’s a land that I dream of … Tuesday, Aug 15 2017 

The school year began a week ago, and I’m still in shock at the loss of summer.  Yes, the weather is still hot and August is officially a month of the summer, but I have to get up each morning and go to work.

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Vacation is the natural state of man, right?  Why can’t it last?

No fun.

In this retirement phase 1, I’ve found summer 2017 to be far too relaxing.

I’m spoiled.

I’m beginning to wonder why every month shouldn’t resemble June/July.

Gettin’ closer to the REAL end . . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Master of Ease Tuesday, Aug 8 2017 

IMG_1172Yep, that’s my new title for Marley the Dog: the “Master of Ease.”  Like most dogs, he’s  a marvel of laziness. In fact, out of the 24 hours in a day, he’s active for maybe three.

The rest of the hours, not to worry!

He does come alive at meal time.  He’s also a ferocious defender of the backyard turf, like when a four-wheeler or a cat passes through the alley, a neighbor walks a dog or strolls a baby on the street, or a squirrel invades the inner sanctum of the back yard.  He barks and fusses with fury in twenty or thirty second spurts.

But the problem with his watch dog service is that he’s hardly ever on duty.  He is terribly guilty, literally, of sleeping on the job.

Yes, the Master of Ease.  What a life!

 

 

 

Another School Year Dawns: 37 Down, ___ to Go Friday, Aug 4 2017 

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Elements of the summer-time patio dwelling routine.

Alas! Today marks the last weekday morning patio party of summer 2017: Come Monday, I’ll return to the rhythm of the academic calendar with the start of my 38th school year working in colleges and schools.

I’ll miss my leisurely summer routine: coffee on the patio with the morning news, a morning jog, yard chores before the sun gets too hot, and afternoons hanging out with Sarah.  But the thought is more than pleasant  that I have options in this sunset phase of the career.  Thank God, I’m free of the administrative stresses of running the Continuing Education at LSUE, from which retirement relieved me two years ago; moreover, now that I’m 65, Medicare and Social Security-eligible, I can walk away into permanent retirement whenever the school work ceases to be fulfilling.

Meanwhile, no regrets.  Gotta love the calling!

 

 

Gotta love the calling!