Decided to take a breather and look back at what has been going on since I started this blog. This is my 165th post to date. I started this blog to share my adventures in transition from worker bee to retired Queen bee 🙂 Today marks 3 months since that happened. It’s been a wonderful journey so far and getting better everyday.
Since that fateful day 3 months ago I took on a project of a lifetime. My 23-year-old grandson is living with us for a while to get his feet back on the ground. There are good days and bad days but overall he’s making excellent progress. And so is Mr. Husband and yours truly.
When I started this blog I had no earthly idea how much fun it would be and how mind altering. I would like to thank Mr. Husband and all you people who read my ramblings. I love the comments and they always get me thinking about all the different ways to view any particular situation.
Every morning when I open my laptop and start reading is like Christmas morning. A big hug to each and everyone one of you for sharing my journey. It gets better everyday!
Went hog wild at Wally World and spent $20.34 on assorted craft stuff. Only went 34 cents over budget. It’s funny, I allow myself $20 in the hobby shop and $20 in a casino, excluding drinks. Wonder what myself is trying to tell me. Maybe increase my fun budget?
Bought stencils, glue stick, paint brushes, yarn, and giant crochet needle in case I decide to remove my own brain through my nostril. This idea almost came to fruition after standing 2nd in line for 30 minutes in the 10 items or less line. The cashier was operating at half the speed of smell. I told myself that if I had to be a cashier there I probably wouldn’t be too peppy either and tried not to sigh (audibly).
Finally recuperating from 40 years on the job. At the stage now where I want to try some artsy crafty type things. Going to try painting with bleach on some old T-shirts first. I like the burned out, punk/grunge look that it gives to an old shirt. Run over them with the car a few times and it’s a fashion statement.
Also going to crochet a sort of vestish type thing to wear over tank tops, now that I’ve banned my bras. (Thank you Pat Bean, for the vest suggestion) Saw one in a shop in Houston last weekend for $158 dollars. Good grief, I thought it was a typo, but the sales girl assured me that it was the absolute latest thing. A must have.
Very well if I must have it. I’ll make it myself. Works good for a vest, not so good for a car or bicycle. The learning curve on those is just time-consuming. And the raw materials? Geez Looweez. Mr. Husband would object to a steel foundry installed in the garage, anyway. That would mean his truck wouldn’t fit in there. And our air con bill would go way up.
My first foray back into crochet land was this lap top bag in the picture above. I’m going to get a library card at the place 5 seconds from house and visit frequently to write and get away from the drone of the TV. Going to try this bag as a simple easy solution instead of the huge hideous black plastic laptop briefcase/brick of honor from my corporate days.
Retirement count down 2 days to go. I was feeling all smug, having everything all planned out. Then it occurred to me. My driver’s license expired last Thursday on my birthday. Duh!
I plan to depart on the train for Seattle next Tuesday. Something tells me that they are not going to let me board with an expired ID.
So tomorrow morning it’s off to renew the license. Sigh. I’ll bring my new Kindle because I will be in line for 3 days. Silly me. I could have done it online, hassle free.
That will teach me to let paperwork pile up on my desk at home. But once I don’t have a work desk it will not be so difficult….I hope.
Count down to retirement – 2 days. Today I was looking around the huge room I’m sitting in. Once our group is gone, they are going to cram 3 times as many people in here as there ware before.
To save money, the corporation must reduce the “footprint” of each employee. Sounds suspiciously like foot binding to me! The average space in a jail cell is 6ft x 8ft. The average cube is 4ft x 6ft and shrinking. So if we get thrown in, jail we will have more room to wiggle in and 3 meals provided. Slightly less freedom. Don’t really want to compare it first hand though.
Now I understand that corporations need to be cutting edge, competitive, yada yada. But give me a break. This not some ground breaking, brilliant idea. It’s been done before. Attention Big Wigs, we’ll deal with it. Just don’t expect us to buy the horse poop about cramped quarters leading to collaboration, enhance the sharing of ideas, and so on. All it does allow you to know far more about the people sitting behind you and front of you then you ever wanted to know.
Speaking of the people. I had to choke back the water works today. I felt tears trying to well up about leaving all the girlfriends.I’ll still see them, but not everyday. Once I start hugging, it’s all over. I’ve decided that I’m not gonna give myself a stroke trying not to cry. If I do, so what? I enjoy being a girl. It’s my God-given right to boo hoo when the occasion calls for it.