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I'm doing better with my web presence. Miracles never cease. *g*
I have 7 months, 14 days, and 7 hours until I retire. I have a little countdown program on my desktop, which both amuses and irritates my co-workers. Lately I find myself feeling a little like the sailors that Quint talked about in his description of the sinking of the Indianapolis - that is, waiting in the water and fearing that I won't get picked up before a shark comes along and eats me. Over the past few months, I've been battling the fear that I'll end up dying in some way - the most likely being in a traffic accident - before I get to enjoy my retirement. That would be so unfair that I'm both afraid and furious at the idea. This week I got a bit of a laugh over this, watching an old TV show in which a character says, with some sorrow, that some people are afraid to be happy because they think God's watching over them and that, if He sees too much joy in their lives, he'll hit them with a dirt clod. I suppose that I'll be all right, if I can maintain a sense of humor about myself, right? Anyway, as Spike says, whatever happens, happens.
But believe me, if I die before I get to enjoy my retirement, I'm going to have a few words with God about it. (At this rate, if I do, it'll be by lightning strike...)
I have 7 months, 14 days, and 7 hours until I retire. I have a little countdown program on my desktop, which both amuses and irritates my co-workers. Lately I find myself feeling a little like the sailors that Quint talked about in his description of the sinking of the Indianapolis - that is, waiting in the water and fearing that I won't get picked up before a shark comes along and eats me. Over the past few months, I've been battling the fear that I'll end up dying in some way - the most likely being in a traffic accident - before I get to enjoy my retirement. That would be so unfair that I'm both afraid and furious at the idea. This week I got a bit of a laugh over this, watching an old TV show in which a character says, with some sorrow, that some people are afraid to be happy because they think God's watching over them and that, if He sees too much joy in their lives, he'll hit them with a dirt clod. I suppose that I'll be all right, if I can maintain a sense of humor about myself, right? Anyway, as Spike says, whatever happens, happens.
But believe me, if I die before I get to enjoy my retirement, I'm going to have a few words with God about it. (At this rate, if I do, it'll be by lightning strike...)