My oldest grandson and me, celebrating his 15th birthday
We drove down to Thomaston, Georgia to have a late birthday dinner with our oldest grandson for his 15th tour around the sun during my slice of time from 6:52-7:23. Much to our surprise, he bypassed Longhorn Steakhouse in favor of pizza on the town square and went for the buffalo chicken calzone. I’m proud to say that for his birthday, he asked for a new copy of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. That’s my grandson!
In Georgia, you can take a driver’s test and get a Learner’s Permit for a year before you turn 16, so we also celebrated his passing the learner’s permit test and becoming a new driver. They just grow up waaaaay too fast. He’s taller than I am now. For years, we’d greet each other by taking off our shoes and standing back to back, heel to heel, to see if he had overtaken me in height. It happened a couple of years ago – first by just a hair, and now by a half foot. I kind of miss our shoes-off greeting.
Today is my son’s birthday, too – – the middle child of my gas pump year octane children: 87, 89. and 93. Birthdays keep coming, and that’s a blessing. But I stand here in 2025 looking back across the years and it only seems like yesterday that I was swaddling him………and his nephew……..and 7 grandchildren later, I wonder where the time has gone……..
6:20-6:51 p.m.: My peace rituals are more necessary these days than they’ve ever been before.
Is it because I’m older?
Or because life is busier?
Or because the world feels so different today than it did yesterday?
Some evenings, I take a long walk with the dogs. Other evenings, I light candles. Some nights, I soak in a hot bath. Most every afternoon or evening, I make a pot of hot green tea and my husband and I indulge with local honey and a flavored herb blend. There is nothing that compares to the feeling of togetherness and unwinding over steam rising from a cup. When the world is cold, there is warmth in togetherness.
I come home tired at the start of the work week, which almost always starts out in high gear. All day, I look forward to returning home with the dogs and being able to put on a pair of sweatpants and go for a walk with them. More and more, my heart stays right here on this farm even though my mind and body go to work.
I gather Fitz’s leash from the basket by the front door – the only one of my trio who will chase a critter into the woods and completely lose his way back. Boo Radley and Ollie only lose their minds with excitement to get out the door as we prepare to take to the trails my husband keeps cut back just for us. It’s my slicing time today, my 31 minutes between 5:48 and 6:19, just before dinner, and the boys and I step out into the still-chilly damp air and hear the birdsong. Except for the occasional airplane, it’s all we hear other than our own footsteps.
It’s peaceful. So peaceful, in fact, that I could take the rest of the school year and just take walks instead of going to work, where the phones forever ring, the meetings never stop, and even the delightful sounds of laughter are still…..well, noise.
I signed my contract for another year, and by December of this year I’ll know whether I will pursue retirement starting 26-27 or hang in there for another year on the heels of the coming one.
So much is changing in the world of education, and at times it seems overwhelming to keep up. It seems there is no “staying ahead of the curve,” as there used to be.
The more I take long walks and feel the inner joy of the peace it brings just being home, the stronger the chances of retiring next year. I want to read more than I have the time to read as it is now. I want to take long walks with the dogs in the late morning. I want to press plants and decoupage them onto candles, to sew soft flannel rag quilts in light pastel patterns, to visit grandchildren and have lunch with retired friends…….to bake, to work the crossword puzzle every afternoon, and to get started on some writing projects that work leaves no time to enjoy. I want to think less each night about what I’ll wear the next day based on which meetings are on the calendar.
How does one know when it’s time to turn in the keys and sign on the dotted retirement line? If you’re retired, I’d love to hear your thoughts on this one. On one hand, I feel ready – – even past ready. On the other hand, it all seems so final to walk away from a career in education when that has been my life.
I would love for you to share your perspectives with me. What are your best tips and pointers, and your best advice for someone considering taking the leap?
My post today for my designated slicing time this afternoon was inspired by Barb Edler’s mustard poem from Sunday. She was having a hard time finding her yellow mustard for a sandwich, and I was having a hard time finding anything in my under-the-stairs pantry. It’s tucked away and can be a little cramped, but we tend to keep sparse supplies of food here anyway, so it works out.
Until it doesn’t, and that is usually because I let it get out of control.
It was time to reorganize our shelves, and since we sold our camper several weeks ago and I kept all of the clear plastic storage containers from that setup, I shifted the same system into my own kitchen.
I started by pulling everything out. Everything.
I organized it all by type of food on the counter, checking dates and tossing expired items. Breads, cereals, spices and baking foods, canned goods, crackers, coffee and teas, and sauces and snacks.
Food organized by type on the counter
I knew something around here was going to get a cleaning at some point when I got sick and they put me on a steroid, so it was all a matter of when the burst of energy would come and what was in my path at the time. I’m glad it was the pantry, and I’m glad it was inspired by fellow slicer Barb and her mustard.
It feels great to know what’s here to eat again!
The refrigerator, though…….well, that’ll take another burst of energy and another inspiration.
We sold our 2022 Extreme Outdoors Little Guy Max Rough Rider camper on March 2nd to a couple from Nashville, Tennessee after two years of enjoying the most exciting adventures in it. We knew we wanted to replace it with something slightly bigger but still small enough to get into state park campgrounds. I didn’t cry, but I have had a hole in my heart since we watched it drive away.
We like being able to take jaunts on weekends and spend time away from the demands of work and home. Our 3 schnoodles stay ready to go, too. They’re campground dogs, through and through. Each asked us to look at one particular kind of camper that they say they’ve had their eye on after chatting it up with the other dogs in our favorite campgrounds, so we dedicated a part of yesterday afternoon to starting the search.
Fitz likes Airstreams. He’s a classic dog with an old soul, very traditional, and he likes the Flying Cloud, the Globetrotter, the International, and of course the Classic models. He’s not picky – – he just wants one with those wraparound windows so he can sit up there with his sunglasses on and watch the girl dogs trot by with their blingy pink collars. He’s a lofty dreamer, to tell the truth.
Boo Radley is more technologically progressive and likes the InTech Aucta Willow Rover model with its aluminum chassis, all-composite woodless materials, and wind-sensor automatic awning. He’s a little more particular about what he likes and doesn’t like, and he’s got his eye on the openness of this camper so he can stay all up in everybody’s business the way he always does.
Ollie is a far more futuristic dog and likes the InTech Aucta Sycamore Rover model with a longer body so he’ll have plenty of room to chase his ball around inside. He likes the spacious seating area so we can all pile up onto one couch and watch movies and eat all his favorite snacks.
We located an Aucta Willow Rover about an hour from our home, so we made the drive over to Southland RV in LaGrange, Georgia during my slice of blogging time to take a look at Boo Radley’s camper pick. (He especially likes it because it is all light gray and white so he can blend right in). We were impressed with the comfort of the seating around the table – and the amount of light and number of windows.
The storage space looks minimal, but that’s how we roll. We don’t take a lot of extras or all the bells and whistles. Two of each type of cutlery, two plates and mugs, a toaster and coffee maker and only small sizes of the things we need suit us fine. Years into this journey, we’ve learned that less is SO MUCH more.
The table turns to allow ease of getting into the U-shaped dinette, which is nice, but we weren’t impressed with the lack of counter space for our coffee maker and toaster. We’ve become modification dabblers too, though, and there are surprising ways of making things work in small spaces that at first might not appear that they could.
For now, though, we continue to compare and shop and look and research.
And dream, along with Fitz, Boo Radley, and Ollie.
Boo Radley lobbies for toast in the Little Guy Max
I’m hungry by the time I arrive home from work, and most days I try to keep an apple in the car for the ride home to stave off the voracious hunger and temptation to ravage the pantry before dinner. When I was sick and couldn’t stomach much of anything, the saving grace for me was sherbet. It felt like I was swallowing refreshing sunshine to put smiles all through my insides and wrestle the germs loose.
I’m feeling much better, but this sweet treat is still calling my name from the freezer when I come home. I’ve been scraping the top layer for days – – straight outta the plastic tub, y’all — with no shame and no regret.
Now that I’m nearing the bottom, should I resist the temptation to buy more? I was always a pushover for a Push-Up, and here I am elbow-deep in an adult-sized helping of rainbow sherbet of summer memories at the swimming pool.
I need an intervention.
Appetizer Snack
After work snack or dinner appetizer? Let’s call it whatever we want –
Our hosts today for the fifth and final day of the March Open Write at http://www.ethicalela.com are preservice teachers, students at Aquinas College. Come on over and read their prompt as they inspire us to write a nonet.
All I can do is daydream about spending time with my grandchildren, so that’s what I do most afternoons in the 2:36-3:07 slice of my day. I have photos of my family on my desk, and I think on the happy memories when I was rocking newborn Silas, playing Yahtzee with 15 year old Aidan, and pushing Saylor and Noli on the swings, catching River and Beckham at the bottom of the slide, and helping Sawyer put on his new rollerblades at the park. These are the days I look forward to in retirement, and while I can’t be there yet, I can surely daydream about it……..
For today and the next four days, three of my writing groups intersect. As part of The Stafford Challenge, I have committed to writing a poem every day for a year. In the Slice of Life Writing Challenge, we blog every day for the month of March, and for Ethicalela’s Open Write, today’s prompt drives the writing for the other groups as well.
Leilya Pitre of Louisiana’s prompt at http://www.ethicalela.com can be read in full here. She inspires us to write poems about the Ides of March with its foreboding feeling of doom.. While my time slice today is 12:28-12:59, I can tell you that during that 31-minute segment of my day, I’ll be praying and moving plants indoors and securing outdoor furniture to prepare for the storms my daughter is experiencing this morning in Owensboro, Kentucky that are heading our way this evening. Everyone has been anticipating and preparing for these storms all week. Right now, I’m praying for my children who are enduring baseball-size hail and 70 mph winds in their first round this morning.
I made up my own poetry form today. I chose to write an Ides of March Time and Date poem, using the time of her text and the date as my line formations. My daughter sent a text at 5:51 on 3/15, so six lines have that many words in that order. 5-5-1-3-1-5.
Have you ever had a surprise come your way when you least expected it, and it turned the day around? That’s what happened to me yesterday right before lunchtime.
I’d had a morning, already. My father had fallen out of his chair during the night and EMS had to come help him get back up. I was worried, as he was supposed to be getting his chemotherapy but instead ended up getting treatment for pain from his fall. I live five hours north of him and was waiting to hear the report from my brother when my sister-in-law who lives on the south side of the Johnson Funny Farm texted.
Text from my Sister In Law
out of the clear blue
just before lunch
my sister in law texts
asking if I’m in my office
I got you somethingshe reveals
we do this from time to time
buy small gifts for each other
usually I get her Hot Tamales
spicy-like-us cinnamon jellybeans
or York Peppermint Patties
but today there’s a new twist
in the sweet mix: a key lime parfait
because that’s what we ate on
our most recent girls’ getaway
together
sweet surprises win the day!
and together, we win life!
Actual Key Lime Parfait I couldn’t wait to sample…….
Top o’ the mornin’ to ya! I took a spur-o’-the-moment trip south to visit my family as my brother and sister in law and I try to help Dad tackle some tasks he can no longer do on his own. Chemotherapy has zapped all of his strength, and we (and others) continue to try to help where he will allow it – which is not nearly enough for any of us to feel satisfied, but that will take the luck o’ the Irish and a lot of prayer to change. He’s testy with us, seems skeptical, and wants to be left alone. He’s made it quite clear.
Before my brother and I visited him, I had a little extra time to check out the Ace Garden Center on St. Simons Island, Georgia, and I’d spied a little leprechaun in the robust fairy garden section that I’d planned to go back and get after visiting with Dad. I was there to look for spider plants, known for improving air quality by giving off oxygen in their transpiration process. But leave it to fairies to lure me down the aisle of wonder and intrigue. While I don’t have a dedicated fairy garden, my whole front porch is filled with fairies in their own plant container homes.
Imagine my delight when my sister in law, Jennifer, asked me to swing back by the house after visiting with Dad. She’d known just the medicine I’d needed – – a little fairy magic to cheer me up! She’d read my blog yesterday morning and beat me to the fairy section, choosing the perfect assortment of fairies – and the leprechaun – to sit on the edge of my shamrock plant as a gift – – making them so much more meaningful. Each time I look at the leprechaun, I smile. And what she didn’t know was that I would have picked the fairies dressed in green – – for an extra sprinkling of Irish fairy dust!
When I opened the gift, a black nose appeared out of nowhere – – JoJo, one of their black labs, sensed the magic and joined the fun, studying this leprechaun and his trio of fairy friends, as mesmerized as any dog has ever been. Her fixation on them – even trying at one point to take the leprechaun by the beard and run off with him – lightened the mood and made us all laugh.
Sources say that there are no female leprechauns, and that these little magical creatures are the unwanted children of the fairy family – – grouchy, closed off, and untrusting. With their stubborn, curmudgeonly, cranky attitudes, even leprechauns need someone to show them some love – trouble is, they have a hard time accepting it.
I have reasons for understanding the close relative of the leprechaun in folklore – the Clurichaun, drunk and surly beings who are known for clearing out entire wine cellars. And I must admit: I, myself, a mere human, along with my brother and sister in law, had broken into some wine over the weekend. But let’s be real – – the leprechauns drive them to it.
There comes a time in life when all children can do is clap if we believe in fairies, to envision Mary Martin as Peter Pan rallying us along, to hope the lights don’t fade too quickly.
Common Threads 