When you’re retired and have no family living near, holidays can be incredibly boring.
I would love to go somewhere and do something, but the heat
dictates doing something indoors, and Big Al’s back means it can’t be anything that involves walking any distance. So we spend the holidays just like we spend every day. We don’t have the funds to go anywhere overnight, and any decent scenery to drive through is more than a day – round trip. We have to save our sheckles for moving to Tacoma.
And as retirees, weekends don’t feel any different than weekdays, except for church on Sunday. At least we get to play bridge during the week on Wednesday afternoons (Big Al plays at the church and I play at a ladies’ bridge group).
At least when we get moved into Franke Tobey Jones in Tacoma, we’ll be able to just walk across the street from our house to find a bridge game, get lunch, attend a class or even use the exercise equipment. And we won’t have to worry about the heat!
People wonder how we’ll cope with the constant grey skies, and rain in the Pacific northwest. We lived in England for 6 years, and I didn’t think it rained enough. You just buy a good raincoat and an umbrella, and maybe some wellies, and you go out and live your lives (without sweating as soon as you walk out the door.)
We finished our annual West Wing marathon last week. I’m eternally grateful that we can watch instant movies with Netflix. Maybe we can find something else to keep our interest during the doldrums of summer on broadcast TV.
I have read a very good post, an excellent newspaper article, and a super sermon about the 4th of July.
i am a real american by so much shouting, so much laughter.
What our Declaration really said by E.J. Dionne, Jr. in the Washington Post
Citizens of a Heavenly Nation by Derrick Weston
(If you feel like you’ve already read this post, don’t be surprised. It’s making an annual reappearance – only last year I think it was on Memorial Day instead of the 4th of July.)