It doesn't help that I am, for all intents and purposes, an orphan now. A 50 year old orphan. What can I make of that? I don't know either, but that doesn't mean i'm gonna stop tryin' to do the right thing - cuz that's all that really makes me happy. Well, that and feedin' people who really LIKE my cookin' *grin*.
I may add to the post as the day goes on. It's a sick day. Who can be well enough to work on a day when they freakin' turn 50? But I know, I heard something the other day, can't remember it exactly, but somethin' like 50 is the old age of the young, and the young age of the old.
And I am blessed. It's still a miracle to me how I made it past my 20's... let alone the 30's - and my 40's were just plain stolen. But here I am and it surely wasn't all my own doin'. Amen.
PS - Dear Retirement Board - please note I have reached the required age and DO have my thirty years of service. I'd really appreciate a letter from you about now....