was one more example of why I’m grateful that the model of Retired Husband I drew
in life’s lottery isn’t the inert, recliner-planted, tv-watching type (although let's admit it - there’s a little bit of that in all of us).
Just about the
time I think I’m going to be reduced to a lively discussion – with
space-filling photographs – of my experiences cleaning the refrigerator,
something comes along to provide a post for my blog.
spouse has just put the last brushstroke on his latest painting. It’s based on
a photograph from our 2013 trip to Cape Cod.
As you may recall, he started about here:
. . . and progressed to here:
. . .and now we have a finished
Not bad for someone who's only on his sixth painting.
He also recently attended a two-day class on painting clouds in acrylics.
Since he usually works in oils, this provided instruction in two areas.
Granted, it was a painting intended
more as a class exercise than a work of art, but I think it came out pretty
He added a touch of his own:
Can you guess what time of year we’ll be hanging it?
This is the time of year when I
know that if I can’t think of anything else to do for dinner, I can at least
take a run down to Main Street
and pick up some corn. A couple of ears of fresh corn on the cob can improve anything.
As we grow older
we often find comfort in consistency – familiar places, old friends, repeated
Maybe it’s because we know by then how much change there is in life,
not all of it good.
One of the aspects I enjoyed about
teaching was each fall’s concurrence of the familiar and the new as we returned
to our classrooms to start with a fresh (hopefully in the positive sense of the
word) group of students. A clean start with training wheels. This was change I
much of our life is spent looking forward to the next milestone. We are
programmed for it as we climb on that school bus for the first time. We are
always anticipating the next year as second graders, middle schoolers, seniors,
get jobs and work for that next promotion. We have families and our children
learn to walk, talk, and march off to their own schools. And then in our later
years our anticipation is less for ourselves and more for others as we watch
the younger generation work toward their own goals. Is that enough?
it’s a distinctly American phenomenon, this need to always be moving forward. Just savoring the moment, being “present”, and smelling those roses is all
well and good but it can feel a bit flat if that’s the sum total of your
endeavors. A sense of purpose, a feeling of direction, is revitalizing.
all that time spent in a classroom – either in the small chairs or standing at
the front – but I think the year should turn at the end of August. That’s the
time of new beginnings.
was reminded of this when I said goodbye, no – au revoir – to a friend who has
sold her home of twenty-something years and is leaving tomorrow for Florida.
She and her husband are several years short of retirement age and so will be
starting a part-time business once they’re settled. I hope to visit her this
winter, but our days of non-stop chatter on the golf course followed by more
conversation over a late breakfast have ended. Funny how a chance meeting at a
golf lesson can turn into a weekly notation in your calendar.
is your first step onto the school bus, Laurie. I’m excited for you and the new
life you are traveling toward, but it’s still bittersweet. Your gain is my
I used my current locale for a contribution to: 5 Sentence Fiction This week's topic is Luminous For more entries, go to: Lillie McFerrin Writes
Gazing about like
a farm boy in the Big Apple, he entered Provincetown. Behind him, folded arms, raised eyebrows,
judgment and censure. Ahead, open minds,
open hearts, compassion, and freedom. An endless carnival, a pageant of