Monday, December 3, 2012

Getting a head start on Monday.

Retiring is for the birds. The first time I retired, my dad's friends told me to reconsider. It's only fun for about a week.

I was lucky in that I was able to retire at 51 with 30 years teaching. The original plan was to work another job and double dip for awhile. What happened is the demands of frail family members got to be a full time job and I was stretched to the limit.

I was happier when I was working and trying to keep up with it all. With no time to think, ignorance is bliss.

Living in the moment and avoiding deep thought has always been my modus operandi. I don't take anti-depressants. I usually chalk it up to my dogs keeping me happy. Most of it is genetics and I had the rug pulled out from under me when I was young. The phrase, All things considered, plays heavily when you know there are worst things to bear in life.

Today is senior citizen day at Beall's Outlet. I hated the store the first time I went with a sister. Then I scored an incredible bargain. Well I was hooked. The only thing I buy now are shoes. I realize I have enough clothes to last until I'm 100.

This really goes back to having no time to think. The idea that I have about 10 well actually 20 pairs of black pants really is the result of not having clothes at one time and buying a pair because it was only 3 to 5 dollars. I'm really lucky my apple cart collapsed. There is no telling how much I would have accumulated.

We went to Roses in Macon today. It is a very old dollar store. You know they had a really neat looking dress for $8.50. I thought I could safely clothes shop there. Who knew a cheap dress with heels and the right jewelry could look so fabulous, in the grocery store, standing in line at the post office. I'm bed by 9 PM.

I went immediately to the pet department and bought a dog bed and a fetching pink, cheetah spotted fake fur for my dog, Daisy. I'll get a good picture of it and post it later this month.
This is dog fennel in bloom blowing in the wind. It's in my front yard. 

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