All my life I have felt guilty about not doing something-- a letter or document to write, a task to do, homework not done. I'm just wondering if being retired means not having to feel guilty and just doing the things you want to do. Today I'm really happy looking in the Toll House, finding things I'd forgotten I have, rearranging things in the house, sorting our things to sell/give away/ recycle. At the back of my mind is the propect of visitors, shared meals, prepared beds, generally good times with friends and family. It's complete contentment. Shall I give up all committments? Am I ready for retirement (and accompanying, well not poverty but less affluence)? Maybe I am.
(This was written ages ago and saved as a draft. Was it last November?))
It wasn't. Not here anyway. Piers (in Denmark) and Cara (London) have posted pictures of falling/fallen trees and Sharon in Suffolk can't play scrabble with me because she has no electricity, but we just have a stormy grey day. There was more than two inches of rain in the night- the wagon in the garden filled up, but no dramas, nothing to be a-feared of- very disappointing.
Went to Weymouth last week, started to photograph beautiful seaside landscape but instead became obsessed with negative notices and signs. Here are a few.