Daily writing prompt

What were your parents doing at your age?

This answer isn’t too exciting, but it explains why I want to be retired so badly. Both my parents retired at 62. My mother was seven years older than my dad, so she retired first from the Census Bureau, where she was a supervisor out of the Chicago area for ongoing surveys. (The Census Bureau does not just do the decennial census, but ongoing and occasional surveys like Current Population Studies and Health surveys). Mom retired to do things like cross-stitch projects until my dad caught up with her.

My dad retired from his job as an equipment installer at age 62. He worked at several different places over his career without ever moving from his job. He started at AT&T Long Lines, then Western Electric, then AT&T Technologies, then Lucent Technologies. “Work isn’t fun anymore,” he said, and then it was time for him to retire. The picture above is where my dad worked for many years when he wasn’t installing electronic switching equipment throughout the state.

My parents retired well together. They spent their time doing projects and traveling, usually taking several-day trips through the US. Occasionally they would visit me. My mother would decorate anything that didn’t run away fast enough at Christmas time. I credit some of their longevity to the fact that my mother was a night person, and my dad a morning person, so they had limited time to get on each other’s nerves.

My life is different. First, I will not get to retire till 67, which is when Social Security and Medicare come up for me. I have five years left to go. I don’t know how long I will live past then, because my mom died at 76 from cancer and I don’t know if I take after her. My dad died at 86, so maybe I take after him. We’ll see.

I just feel like I should be retired by now.

In Search of Great, Amazingly Fantastic News

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You get some great, amazingly fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do?

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I could use some great, amazingly fantastic news. My life has featured none of that for a few years. It’s been a time of bad news, starting with the presidential election a little over a year ago and continuing through my husband’s job loss. I’m not sure what I would do with great, amazingly fantastic news.

Yes, I do. The first thing I would do is contact my husband. I suspect that anyone getting news like that would share it with someone. My parents aren’t around anymore, so it would have to be my husband. I would probably message my husband rather than call him. Why? Because my hearing is bad enough that I don’t like phones:

“Guess what?”

“Mrrph.”

“What?”

“Mrrph.”

No, it’s not quite that bad, but it’s close.

If it’s great, amazingly fantastic news, I probably still wouldn’t be able to get off work, so we’d have to celebrate later.

I can’t even think of what would be news that good. I don’t buy lottery tickets; my job doesn’t have any advancement possibilities since I’m not going for full professor, and I can’t retire early because of the lack of health insurance. So this is not likely to happen to me. But I can pretend.

Hobbies I’ve Abandoned

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Are there any activities or hobbies you’ve outgrown or lost interest in over time?

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I lose interest in hobbies all the time. Usually, after a near-obsessive interest in them and buying plenty of supplies. For example, scrapbooking. I was going to scrapbook my wedding. And I did, until I got married, and then I never finished it. It’s been almost 20 years, and I am not done yet. It’s all sitting in a box somewhere. I discovered that I don’t know how to lay things out on a page so they look interesting.

And then there’s gardening. I am quite interested in gardening until I actually plant something, and then I forget to weed. I’ve even gone so far as to start seedlings in my basement, many many seedlings. I can’t find them in the garden by the end of the season.

It’s embarassing how many hobbies I’ve abandoned over the years. Breadmaking (I had two sourdoughs that were healthy during COVID) and fountain pens (they’re all sitting in a case) and sewing (I never had the coordination for that).

Writing is the only hobby I’ve maintained over the years. Even when I get tired of it, I persevere. I finished my problem novel the other day and immediately went to edit it. (I will put it back into the drawer to get some perspective, I promise.) Writing feels like a hobby I can actually accomplish.

No, I’m Fine for Now

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Do you need a break? From what?

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I don’t need a break. Yet.

I just started the spring semester at work three weeks ago, and before that I had a three-week break. That’s the way it works in academia — we get decent breaks, but we don’t get to say when they’re going to be. No taking a week off in February to escape the snow.

So I’m pretty rested. I teach three classes in person (the fourth class is an internship) and I have intense teaching days on Tuesday and Thursday, but I don’t need a break from the routine yet.

By the time I get to Spring Break (early March), I will be more than ready for a break. More than ready.

Done with the book

I am finally done with “Hiding in Plain Sight”, my latest book. And I am done with the whole thing. I think this book needs a long hibernation in a dark drawer before I touch it again. It is not a good book, and I don’t say that lightly. It is the first draftiest version of a first draft I have written since my first copy of my first book. It tells rather than shows way too often, and I don’t know if it’s salvageable.

At the same time, I already know what I need to do with the last two chapters. I just don’t know if I have the energy to do it yet.

This Story

The story I’m writing is going so badly. I don’t think I’m ever going to finish it, even though it is mostly done. There’s not enough action in it; too much emotional drama; too much talking. There’s not enough there there.

I should probably finish it and then relegate it to a figurative drawer somewhere to age. Or rot. I’m not sure which.

I’m not feeling a strong affinity to writing lately. It could be because of this book. It could be that I don’t like this book because I’m not feeling like much of a writer. I’m not sure which, but this book is making me grouchy.

Too much stuff

I have too much stuff. I have wearied of a materialistic lifestyle, although I don’t know what I’d do without the gadgets I have amassed over the years (sarcasm). I have some collectibles, and a collection of coffee pots (which I do use occasionally). All this stuff, however, is burdensome.

I dread the thought of ever having to move, or even clean out my garage. I think I would just sit in a corner and cry if I had to.

Why have I amassed all these things, so many of them not that useful? They crept into my life to solve problems. Isn’t that the way of consumer advertising, to play up a problem and then solve it? How many of these problems were phantom problems?

A lifetime of stuff is cluttering my house, and I don’t have the energy to deal with it.

If I Won the Lottery

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What would you do if you won the lottery?

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My husband and I have put a lot of thought into what I would do if we won the lottery. (I’m assuming the big prize in the Powerball, even though we have less of a chance of winning that than getting hit by lightning.)

The first thing we would do is get a lawyer. There are things we would need to get in order before we came forth and collected the winnings, and the lawyer could help. Then we would also get an accountant, because the plan is to live wisely within our means and invest our money.

Once we got our money, we would not make any big decisions for a year. We would explore our options (Do we want to move to Canada?) and make a list. The hardest part would be not retiring for a year — ok, I would probably retire before the year was out.

Then, I think we would go on a nice vacation.

If I Could Make My Cats Understand …

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If you could make your pet understand one thing, what would it be?

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I have three cats, one of whom is attached to me very strongly. Chloe loves to sit in my lap and get petted. She is sitting next to me as I write, chatting at me and rubbing up against my sleeve. I don’t know if cats understand love, or if their attachment to us is just self-interest, as we are the beings that give them food and pettings.

I want my cats to understand that I love them, even though I don’t know if this has any meaning for them. My cats are precious to me, even when I yell at them. I want them to know they’re important in my life, and that I will miss them when they’re gone. I want my cats to know I’m there for them.

My cats won’t understand that. But they do understand that I keep them in a cozy place where they don’t freeze in the winter, and that I feed and pet them, and they understand that they get positive attention when they sit in my lap or rub up against me. Maybe that’s enough.

Sleeping?

Daily writing prompt

What do you enjoy doing most in your leisure time?

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This is not the thing I enjoy the absolute most, but it is the most unexpected choice for this question, and it’s something I enjoy very much.

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I enjoy sleeping.

The act of abandon, lying on a soft bed and surrendering to a state of altered consciousness, is a freeing action. The day’s tensions shut off, leaving only the awareness of dreams, themselves a revelation. Dreams are like surreal television, giving me something to think about in the morning.

Being able to disconnect for eight hours, a scheduled mini-vacation every night, blesses me with the stamina to get through another day. I smile in the morning most days, feeling rested. There are days I wake up and want more sleep, but I wait till the next night to climb back into bed and start my beloved sleeping.