The Professor and I have begun a weekly habit of visiting places that pique our curiosity that are within a 125 radius of our home. Atlanta falls within that circle, just barely, though getting back was an exhausting four hour trip following the curves of the Middle Fork of the Boise River. On a gravel road pocked with potholes and washboards. Good thing the rest of the trip made it worth it.
Supercuts with Sadie… I wanted to ask if she had experience in mature lady haircuts, but thought that might have been offensive. And then remembered how I was open on Monday to new things. So, what the heck. I acted like I didn’t notice that we’re different…
I don’t really know much about Cord except that he was very personable, and seemed to enjoy his job and customers. He’s probably in his mid-twenties, tanned, and tatooed. I couldn’t see what was inked on his chest since it was only just peeking playfully out from under a muscle shirt that mostly covered by a short sleeved cotton shirt that wasn’t quite a Hawaiian shirt, but came close. Cord wasn’t bad looking and I knew that a surface conversation would be best.
There were lots of things I could have done (sleep in, watch reruns with Tex, or sign up for meals at the Senior Center), but instead I began checking things off my retirement to-do list. I picked low-hanging fruit.
Some days fail to live up to expectations. Monday was all I dreamed (and more). So much so that I can hardly wait to wake up tomorrow.
Speaking of tomorrow, you’ll really want to read about Cord and my sushi!
For years I’ve thought about my retirement this Monday. It’s a day when no one will own my time but me. No one. Except the bunch of things on my things-to-do-so-I-don’t-bore-myself retirement list.
“The beginning of the end. Something is said to have “jumped the shark” when it has reached its peak and begun a downhill slide to mediocrity or oblivion… It supposedly refers to an episode of the TV show “Happy Days” in which Fonzie jumps over a shark on water skis, …the point at which the series had lost its touch and was beginning to grasp at straws.” – from the Urban Dictionary
I’m a long way from my end.