(Autumn)
Another good friend turned 60. Beer was drunk, toast(er)s were toasted, celebrations done.
I still have a few “younger” friends, I think there’s about another half dozen before we can all go out with our free bus pass. Several of those now promoted to “veteran” status have either already retired, or are planning to do so in the forseeable future.
Unfortunately, I’m not currently among their number, I hope to go “early” but it won’t be tomorrow. However the prospect is not so distant that it cannot imagined, and I’ve been imagining what I would “do” in my retirement.
I don’t sufffer from my late fathers conviction that “I am what I do”, at least not in the narrrow employment sense that he lived, and I reallly don’t think I’ll have much trouble filling my days, but, looking ahead I can see that a measure of structure will be a key aspect.
It seems pretty clear that I can keep a good step count – along with the bendy stretchy exercises- if I’m free from the 9-5 (or in my case 21-7, or 15-1). But he many enticing projects, all need a degree of order and planning, and I what I find myself wondering, is why am I waiting till I retire for that (’cause you work an unforgiving shifft pattern).
The idea of putting things off for a lesiure filled future, was thrown into particular chaos, with the recent loss of a dear friend, who didn’t get that time he deserved and prepared for.
Which is the most convincing argument for trying to live the important things now, and not file them away for later.
So, I probably need to stick with the steps, and make the time for guitar, and play the games, and just actually write the articles and musings, and god forbid, go climb that hill, today, this week, now.
Maybe it’s an (old) Dog’s Life, but it can still be a full one.
Next week on IaDL : October , is the heating on?
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