and another week has gone.

That’s what I recall my beloved Gran lamenting on a regular basis as she observed the ever quickening passage of time, like grains of the golden sand that creep through my fingers to the deep. But I was young then and it didn’t really resonate with me; and gran was probably younger then than I am now. But the memory came back when I woke up on a Thursday morning that was the start of never going back to the office again. I had retired. The farewell party, such as it was, was over. They said, ‘don’t be a stranger’; they meant ‘don’t be a pest’. The treadmill has been switched to ‘warm-down’ mode; now there is more time to do things other than the daily habit of going to work; so the question arose of how to fill in my days now? People have started knocking on my door to bring me the “good news” or try to sign me up for one cause or another.

I think I need to get out of the house more. But my daughter gave me a blog site for Christmas. That could be fun, ranting into the ether.