I have two more days of work at the Dumass Corp. Kind of scary (no more paychecks!), but exciting and calming all at the same time. Since this is a 3-day weekend, my retirement doesn't officially start for me until Tuesday morning when I would normally go to work, but instead I'll stay in bed (or at least my pajamas) all day. I can turn off the alarm clock on Friday night and never set it again.
I set down my retirement plan a couple of years ago but it's very flexible. Maybe I can finish the novel I started 10 years ago. Maybe I'll finally clean out the closet under the stairs that-no-man-dare-enter. Maybe I'll buy that little house I've always wanted so I can have violet wallpaper in the bedroom and built-in bookshelves.
Maybe I'll get a job with another Dumass type company or start my own business.
But first I'm going to do nothing. Nothing at all.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Saturday, August 25, 2012
I've Made Up My Mind
I decided not to have the cataract surgery right now so I called and cancelled soon after I wrote the last post. The woman who took the call pretended to be nice, but she hung up on me before I was finished. I just don't like that clinic's vibes if you know what I mean.
Onto other better news:
I'm retiring from the Dumass Corp. next week. I'm 99.9% happy about it (HA! I'm ecstatic!), but the other 0.1% is worried about money. If I live too long I may run out of money. That's not much of a financial plan - die before you run out of money. (I'm kidding. Sort of.)
This last month has been a little hectic - at the Dumass office and at home , but I figure I can rest in September. And October. And November. And - oh, you know where I'm going with this.
Onto other better news:
I'm retiring from the Dumass Corp. next week. I'm 99.9% happy about it (HA! I'm ecstatic!), but the other 0.1% is worried about money. If I live too long I may run out of money. That's not much of a financial plan - die before you run out of money. (I'm kidding. Sort of.)
This last month has been a little hectic - at the Dumass office and at home , but I figure I can rest in September. And October. And November. And - oh, you know where I'm going with this.
Sunday, August 05, 2012
I'm befuddled
Does anybody know if one can be fuddled? Or can you only be befuddled?
I just looked it up. I wanted to know that last month and didn't have time them to check. So for those who care, fuddle is a word. It can be a noun (a state of confusion or intoxication) or a verb (to make confused or intoxicated; to drink) The Urban Dictionary also has a dirty definition, but we won't go down that road.
I went to the eye doctor last week and my eyes have been uncomfortable ever since. I think they did something to my glasses like throw them out of alignment. And all the bright lights made my eyes hurt, and they still don't feel right. I need cataract surgery but I didn't care for the surgeon I saw. I admit I only saw him for 5 minutes, if that, so I don't have much to go on. Which is one of the reason I don't like him. I think he could have at least pretended he cared about me as a patient and not just a check.
And it's not a good time for me to have surgery. If there is a good time.
But I need the surgery - sooner rather than later.
But I can wait if I have to.
So I'm befuddled. I guess I'll get over it. I always do.
I just looked it up. I wanted to know that last month and didn't have time them to check. So for those who care, fuddle is a word. It can be a noun (a state of confusion or intoxication) or a verb (to make confused or intoxicated; to drink) The Urban Dictionary also has a dirty definition, but we won't go down that road.
I went to the eye doctor last week and my eyes have been uncomfortable ever since. I think they did something to my glasses like throw them out of alignment. And all the bright lights made my eyes hurt, and they still don't feel right. I need cataract surgery but I didn't care for the surgeon I saw. I admit I only saw him for 5 minutes, if that, so I don't have much to go on. Which is one of the reason I don't like him. I think he could have at least pretended he cared about me as a patient and not just a check.
And it's not a good time for me to have surgery. If there is a good time.
But I need the surgery - sooner rather than later.
But I can wait if I have to.
So I'm befuddled. I guess I'll get over it. I always do.
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