Blog March 02,2014
Its Sunday, the first Sunday of the
month and that means it time for me to write letters. Currently I am
writing two of my grand daughters and daughter,who live in Salem
Oregon. I have yet to meet these two in the flesh. Luckily I have
been able to see and visit with them over the phone and through the
miracle of the INTERNET. I like writing to them or anyone on a
regular basis. I started with my mom in the last years of her life
when she lived in another state, then I wrote to friend who ended up
in a long term care facility in North Carolina. I like the way
writing on a schedule sort of disciplines me-- and kinda makes look
like a nice guy. I am not a not a nice guy but the merits of my
personality is fodder for another post.
I noted in my letter to Michelle that I
still was having the Sunday afternoon anxiety I would experience when
I worked full time. I now pleasantly dismiss the thoughts
remembering I am retired and do not have to sweat the monday morning
trauma. Fortunately for me I have a volunteer position at 211 where I
answer phones every Monday for an eight hour shift. Granted an hour
shift Monday morning may feel like work but it is not. I love getting
up early with somewhere to be; going to the coffee shop, catching the
bus and then the train and rolling the two blocks to my building. I
love the opportunities I have to communicate with all the people on
the way into work then with the folk at my office. These people are
genuinely glad to see me. I choose to be there, and they know that I
choose to be there. Whats more I can pretty much leave when I want or
need too. I do not have to meet any quotas or attend any trainings
and best of all have my performance evaluated. I just show up. I
now enjoy my Sunday nights and even look forward to Monday and week
to come.
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