[today’s run: 3.4 miles]
My wife posted on Facebook a picture of our little family 26 years ago when our youngest child made his appearance. I replied to her that next year, the 27th anniversary, it will have been 27 years since we were 27 years old.
I did a bit of calculating and in 27 more years after that we will be 81, a ripe old age.
Maybe I’ll live to 90, I don’t know. Whichever way you look at it, I am either at or approaching the two-thirds point of my life. (Who knows, maybe I’m well past that point.)
So then I was thinking about how I would really like to retire, which I can’t do for at least 10 more years. My retirement idea isn’t so much to quit working as to find something else, something where I help people and not just twiddle the days away.
I was taking stock of the situation and maybe what I might want to accomplish in the next 20 years before I’m a complete dodderer. My hearing is bad, I wear progressive bifocals, I’m not in bad physical shape but I’m too fat and I don’t sleep well because my digestion gives me trouble. None of that is a major impediment. I have debts, but they aren’t exceptional debts. I probably have a positive net worth, small but positive.
The only light in this tunnel at the moment is the radio station project. I’d like to see that get up and running.
And the wife is in great health, the kids are independent, parents are in reasonably good shape. If we were rich we could up and go. I’m not much of an up-and-go type.
I can see myself digging a well in Africa or doing some other kind of helpful work. Most of Africa is adept at digging their own wells. To be frank, I’m not sure exactly what I’m doing around here.
But don’t be distressed. I get in these moods fairly regularly. Things will come along and maybe we’ll latch on to something. Until then I have a list of projects to work on, sharpen up my mind if nothing else.
On a mostly-unrelated note: here’s a sign that they had posted all over the “pumpkin patch” place we visited a week or two ago.
