I recently undertook an adventure. One of my friends that works in education called and asked if I would be interested in an easy, part time teaching position. I was a little surprised, a little flattered and more than a little curious as to whether or not I could do it. The thought also, fleetingly, crossed my mind as to whether I really wanted to do it. The last time I had been an actual teacher in charge of a classroom inside an actual school building was right after electricity had been invented, so there was a mild degree of trepidation about being in a classroom again. Some of you may not yet be aware of this, but as we get older, many of us find that we think we can still do all the things we once did with ease, but that is a terrible lie that our mind tells our bodies and there are, as a result and far more often than not, injuries involved. I had discovered through this process that standing on a chair to change the batteries in a smoke alarm was not as easy as it used to be, and that walking through a field - no fences, no rocks, no trees and only a few plants - it was quite possible to trip over your own shoelaces and fall on your face. Twice. It’s a lot like an older version of “hey y'all, watch this” or “hold my beer” without the alcohol but with similar consequences.
Jim, you described this journey into retirement just perfectly. I muddle my way through technology, and I do mean muddle. It is embarrassing to have to call my daughter in the end, but what are kids for? As for getting off the floor, all I can say is I don't plan on doing that intentionally ever again. I question myself all of the time. Did I turn this thing off/on? Did I spell that word correctly? What did I come into this room for? Why am I tired after doing nothing much at all? Anyway, I love being in our home, with Annie our Basset Hound who is as energetic as Ron and me. Life is good.
Jim, you described this journey into retirement just perfectly. I muddle my way through technology, and I do mean muddle. It is embarrassing to have to call my daughter in the end, but what are kids for? As for getting off the floor, all I can say is I don't plan on doing that intentionally ever again. I question myself all of the time. Did I turn this thing off/on? Did I spell that word correctly? What did I come into this room for? Why am I tired after doing nothing much at all? Anyway, I love being in our home, with Annie our Basset Hound who is as energetic as Ron and me. Life is good.