Retirement in Postcards 4

There are these long days when all creativity has paused. I’ve done my exercise class, the house is clean, the bed made…of all things, and the cars washed. I’ve made menus and grocery shopped, and I’ve even doodled until interrupted. Thanks to the Great Geezer, the laundry is done.

I try to stay out of his way while he works. He works right across from me. I can too easily say things when he hates interruptions. Then again, there are all these wonderful blogs to read, to catch up on, and marvelous sites to read all inspiring commentary.

I post something to the American Cancer Society Discovery Shop/Point Loma page every day. Today I’ll post pictures of volunteers from the volunteer meeting last night. Creativity creeps back past my blandness, and tho I am disappointed in one shot, another isn’t bad at all. Twice a week, I work at the store. Mostly books. That’s good.

The days slip by me. That’s ok too. Just as long as I don’t lose more of me, That’s ok too.

• Himself: Exercise, work, play with his game, eat, WW.
• Herself: Exercise, work, work with photos, read, eat, WW.
• Reading: Moon’s space operas. I love ‘em.
• Out of Balance: So very sad about Robin Williams.