Every so often I feel the need to write a blog post just to tell you that I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth. This is one of those times.
It would seem like, with no more work obligations, I would have plenty of time to blog. But blogging requires thinking and I haven’t even had a moment to think these last few weeks. Which is nice really. Thinking is overrated.
Instead of thinking, I’ve been relishing. First, we went up to Seattle to visit some friends. What a fabulous town. I’d be tempted to move there myself if I didn’t already know that we enjoyed what was the end of an unusually long stretch of sunshine for that part of the country. I relished the sparkling blue water vistas, the fall-painted hills sprinkled with stately homes leading down to the water’s edge, and all that energy of their hip-downtown scene. Definitely put Seattle on your list.
I relished time with family at a jazz concert, with Doug at a (winning) Giant’s game, and in my own backyard with my fun-loving neighbors over home-cooked pizza.
And last weekend, I relished time in Yosemite with those kinds of friends that blur the lines between what is friendship and what is family. Oh, and Yosemite, how can I have lived less than four hours away from you and never have been to visit you until now? Put Yosemite on your list too.
Did I enjoy these events more because I’m back to full-time retirement? I think so. My mind was so uncluttered with thoughts of work that I kept hearing myself say, “This is so great!” Yes, out loud.
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