Charlie finally said something nice about retirement this last weekend.
At about four in the afternoon, with a smile on her face, she said that it was nice that she didn’t have to go into the computer room and type out her lesson plans.
We sprang forward that day, and for the first time in sixty years I didn’t have to worry about the effects of losing an hour’s sleep on that weekend. I’m retired, and the clock really doesn’t matter.
Her knee is getting better.
She is throwing a retirement party for herself at the end of the month.
We went to her school today and brought some of her things home and gave some of her teaching materials away–to those who will use them to advantage.
I did some editing on my novel and finished reading one written by someone else.
Drank a beer in the garden as I read the book–while most were at work.