I’m writing this on Sunday, which is my 64th birthday and the official date of my Social Security application. I think this means that I’m officially retired.
Leah and I didn’t do anything special for today. I didn’t put out a couple of pairs of pants and some shirts. I didn’t pack underwear and socks. I didn’t figure out which frozen dinners I would need. I didn’t put some cereal, skim milk and orange juice aside, or pick out some apples, or count out the cookies I would need for the coming week. I didn’t think about missile defense target models or optical signatures. I didn’t think about reports, and I didn’t think about meetings.
Instead I thought about how much more firewood I need to cut for next winter. I thought about completing the retaining wall on the uphill side of the walk I’m making around the house. I thought about replacing some boards on the deck, staining the deck, and redoing the handrails. I thought about replacing some more cracked tiles in the bathroom. I thought about whether we should complete the basement or let it remain partially finished. I thought about what we’ll do when we visit Savannah in a few weeks.
I have been effectively retired for a couple of months. Back in February on my last day in Huntsville, I finished up some work I needed to do, said ‘bye to a couple of people who happened to be in the office, and walked out the door. There was no going-away lunch or happy-retirement card. A couple of people I have known for a few years had said earlier they would miss me. The people I worked with for the last 28 years weren’t in the office, so there was no goodbye there. I did hear by email from one mentioning that I should come over for a retirement lunch some time, but that’s looking unlikely. She also emailed with some potential work I could do at home, but nothing about that lately either.
So that’s the way my work life ends, not with a bang but a whimper.
But I’m not a sentimental person, at least not about work. Maybe one day Leah and I will end up passing through Huntsville on a work day and we’ll eat lunch with some people. I’ll vote for Rosie’s or Sandoval’s. They serve good Mexican food.