Another snow day. These days off have become so commonplace this winter that they must be starting to lose their luster, even for the kids. Teachers, I know from personal experience, are groaning that these days will be tacked on at the end of June. Prime teaching time is now; not in June when the days are balmy, and the kids are itchy to get outside. But, as with most things, it is what it is.
I struggled with the retirement thing. I wasn’t ready to let go of my working life, but the reality of a ridiculous commute after our move to the Cape forced my hand, and I said goodbye to the job. Saying an enthusiastic hello to retirement took longer, but I’m there now.
It’s good to have the snow as a backdrop instead of an impediment. It looks kind of pretty from the vantage point of a warm kitchen. Not so pretty through a car windshield in a line of commuter traffic.
Retirement, if you’re lucky, is all about choices. The freedom to decide what you’ll do on any given day.
Think I’ll make soup