One Week

It’s been officially one week since my retirement. I’m still getting acclimated.

Sure, I have a list of things to accomplish, but there’s still a sense of not knowing exactly what I should be doing.

There’s a little guilt in thinking “I can’t just sit here.”

I’m not planning to do that, but it’s been a slow week.

In my defense, I had tech Saturday for my upcoming show (opening September 13 with River City

Community Players), then the wife and I took a quick trip to a family reunion.

Along the way, which involved ten hours of driving in two days, the arthritis in the knee flared up and that meant no walking routine on Tuesday. I’m getting there and the knee is much better.

That did, however, change some plans.

At night in rehearsals, and in the day I’m slowly figuring out things.

I did manage to finish the draft of my next children’s book.. And yes, when it’s ready, you’ll know.

It’s not all been fun and games.

Yesterday my son said goodbye to his dog. Nola was the most faithful, loving, exuberant, and strong-willed dog I’ve ever known. But the cancer was taking her and the treatment options just weren’t there.

Rest in Peace, Nola Marie Fletcher. Grampy loves you.