Here it is–the 4th week after retirement. I am in a slump. Barack Obama’s inauguration was held yesterday on 1/21/09. Yes, it was a great day–for him and the country. I wish him well–God knows he will need all the good wishes he can get in his career as president. George Bush was looking so much older after his tenure of 8 years. This cannot be an easy job for anyone.
So, today, if I can sufficiently stay awake, I will send off my Medicare request for Part B as required by my former place of work. I will hunt relentlessly for items required to complete my taxes for 2008 (ugh). That should take up a large part of my day. And then, I will probably take yet another daytime nap.
This morning I had the good fortune of having breakfast with an older group of people from church and I could see the comparison between them and me. I felt like John-Boy of the Waltons gathering information for yet another story. The lady on my left was very spry and sharp as a tack; she had been a nurse before she retired. The lady on my right was not in such good shape. She lived alone in an apartment with no garage. She was unaware of the complexities of owning her car, did not know what she would do for the rest of the day, and she didn’t even have a telephone index, let alone a computer. That was scarey to me. She is completely at the mercy of other people. Her best assest is that she has family in town who can help her out with her car and other problems that arise for her. I was trying to clue her in about the car, but I could see that she wasn’t retaining a word I said to her, so I quietly gave up.
And . . . they were all drinking decaf. I can only guess that they have some kind of heart arrhythmias or high blood pressure or some bodily ailment which precludes them from imbibing in regular coffee. How sad.
Now I know I am not the most organized person on the planet, but I can count my blessings and thank God for what knowledge I do have. And . . . I can still drink regular coffee. It was an eye-opening experience to say the least .
I’m hangin’ in there, baby, and I’m hangin on.
