A life change: Retirement: Best wishes, Shirley!

Nostalgic day.

Saying goodbye to Shirley  (don’t call me Shirley) on her retirement day.

Sharing laughs, memories and hopes for the future.

Seeing those who are still working was also eye opening.

It’s been almost a year since I left my co-workers behind.

For 14 years, we were together 5 days a week, 8 hours a day, working and supporting one another.

Not much has changed….well, except for me, maybe.

Is there such a thing as a free bird?

Working with others is wonderful, and I will never regret nor forget our common paths.

But, as they say, nothing is constant except change.

Adapting to change?  Not so easy, not even retirement.

But as the weeks and months have passed, I have finally accepted the challenge of change, and am enjoying every day.

I hope Shirley will, some day, find the peace and contentment that I am experiencing.

She definitely has earned it.

 

Wolf

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Skeletons and secrets

Secrets?

Skeletons in the closet?

Are we all hiding our inner most beliefs?

And if we brought them to the forefront, then what?

Tonight, I am ready to tell it all.

Who am I?

Some would say, I am a career woman, working for 40 plus years.

Others?

A crazy, fun loving, drunk who drinks well with others.

Continuing on, the chicken butt is a survivor, a woman who supported 2 husbands, both who were psychotic and controlling.

And now?

Finally able to be who and what I am.

Do I miss those married days?

No.

Absolutely not.

It has nothing to do with remaining loyal and true to one’s spouse.

It has everything to do with being one’s self.

So….my friends, remember you are special, unique and lovable.

Live, love, laugh.

In the end, that is all there is.

Wolf

Shhhhhh! Top Secret.

Oh the wayward wind!

All night long, howling.

Is it the wind or a were wolf?

Thank goodness I had a garlic clove around my neck.

Waking up to the “wolf” at my door.

And here I am, in a granny nightgown, warding off the spirits, with that damn necklace.

Finally, I had to get the heck out of Dodge.

Not another accident in the interstate!

Oh well, I better hunker down, in the nearest establishment, waiting for the end of the world.

Geez!

Scotty, aka Scooter, and Chris, aka Drama Queen, and Tim, aka Mr Perfect proved to be just what the doctor ordered.

Plan in progress:  Saturday, Dec. 1.

Our lips are sealed.

A perfect undercover, covert operation is in progress.

Almost like a hockey game!

He scores!

The Chicken Butt, aka Bookie, is taking bets.

Does he?

Or do his friends ward off the bimbo?

Either way, it is bound to be a Saturday to remember.

See you there!

Wolf

Who are we? Don’t answer that.

Questions on a frigid Tuesday.

Lobotomy?

Yes, why do you ask?

Sicilian?

Mafia?

Of course.  You got a problem with that?

A tropical drink on a balmy day?

WTH?

Wait a minute:  How much do you think that green/holy/swiss cheese mask cost?

It doesn’t matter.

We potato heads and Hannibal Lectors love the oblique.

Café Petron, please with a spot of Baileys.

Oh oh.

Hey Tim!

Watch out, kiddo.

Why would a complete stranger….. never mind.  Just get the heck out of here.

Mary Kate:  a hero of the regular bar flies, including Andy…. ooops, Phil.

The mind of the town drunk, in disarray, subject to madness.

Love all of you!

Yeah, even the perfectionists.

Somebody please take me out back and shoot me.

No one should ever live this long, and hang out in the gin mills, unless, of course, you happen to be the chicken butt of all chicken butts.

Hey kids!

See you tomorrow.

Same time, same place.

xooxoxxoxoxo

Wolf

 

 

A pink hat with a pom-pom

Women who love to shop?

Not me.

At least not in the stores.

I prefer cyber shopping.

No crowds, no stress, just clicking.

Besides, Monday was another dismal, gloomy, rainy day.

My only trip was to deliver a few gifts for the needy, and then, of course, to have lunch and a beer or two.

Met a few new peeps who were in a holiday mood, spreading good cheer and buying drinks for the old chicken butt.

And then, like magic, at 420, I glanced at the clock and knew it was the bewitching time.

Home again, home again, jiggity jig.

Have I mentioned?

Retirement is more than one can ever expect.

I hear myself saying things like, “Let it snow, let it snow.”

And, “I love Mondays, just as much as any other day.”

It’s just that I forget, sometimes, which day it is.

Another month and a half, and it will be a year, since I gave up the working world.

It is quite a transition.

Reality is finally setting in, and I feel more relaxed, less stress, and have little or no recollection of working.

To celebrate my freedom, I purchased another hat on cyber Monday.

Just what I need:  another hat.

I couldn’t resist.

After all, everyone ought to have a pink hat with a white fur pom-pom..

 

Wolf

 

If it looks like a duck, acts like a duck and is a lunatic?

A decidedly crazy encounter today.

Let me say this about that:  What kind of lunatic would talk incessantly, making absolutely  no sense?

I asked him:  “Are you from this area?”

He rambled on and on, stating that the question was out of line, as he was special:  And to prove it, he put a dollar in the machine and sang the lyrics to the “White Rabbit.”

After 30 minutes of his constant random thoughts, I left.

All I wanted was to enjoy the Giants/Eagles game.

Thank goodness, I was able to move on, to an afternoon of draft beers, mini-Guinness shots and a win for the birds.

A first for me.

Insanity.

Delusional.

Whacked out.

I could not leave soon enough.

Frightening.

Intrusive.

What would you do?

For me, I escaped to another place, where I felt normal and safe.

I wonder how many others roam this earth, delusional, fragmented and lonely.

Be careful out there, friends.

A chance encounter could be your last.

Wolf

 

 

A shot of tequila heaven

Wintry weather forecast:  freezing rain, until early afternoon.

I am not a fan of ice.

At the earliest sign of rain, it was off to see the wizard, MaryKate, aka Mary Jane.

White pizza please.

WTH?

Tim?

So happy to see you, on this Thanksgiving weekend, you little turkey.

We shared pizza,  a café petron and laughs.

A truly delightful Saturday afternoon.

Out of the blue, I stood up and said: “Time to go.”

Guess what time it was?

420.

Buried deep in my psyche, that combination of numbers continues to surface.

As I reflect on the day, I get a peaceful, easy feeling.

And give thanks for not looking as bad as Robert Plant or Keith Richards.

Or do I?

xoxoxoxoxoxox

Wolf

 

 

Thanksgiving Memories

Thanksgiving :  The best holiday.

Giant balloons in the Macy’s parade.

Warm and welcome feelings.

Aromas wafting through the house.

Easy, relaxed conversations.

Sharing with others.

Family style dinner.

Football.

Giving thanks.

Saving room for dessert.

Living in the moment.

Memories that last forever.

A unique American tradition.

A beloved holiday.

 

Wolf

 

The Eve of giving thanks.

I had a date tonight.

4pm.

With Cindy, who finally got a week off.

We had a lovely dinner, laughed, shared stories and met all the wonderful turkeys who showed up to celebrate Thanksgiving Eve.

It was a magical eve, and when I left, the snow was falling.

Can’t tell you how many friends we ran into.

It was one hoot of a night.

Everyone shared plans for tomorrow: dining with their families, close friends or those who are adopted as family.

Thanksgiving: What a wonderful holiday.

My favorite.

No drama.

No stress.

No presents.

Just being with those we love, appreciating what we have.

As I reflect on what is happening in the world, I believe I understand the hopes and dreams of the caravan of migrants, walking through Mexico to get to the promised land.

America:  It continues to be a beacon of light for those less fortunate.

A new beginning.

A safe place.

And I think about my ancestors years ago, who struggled to establish a life for their families, and to make this country the best in the world.

It is a much different country now, and certainly more diverse.

One that I love and am willing to share with those who desperately need to find their purpose in a difficult world.

Wishing you a joyous Thanksgiving!

Wolf

 

My favorite holiday: Thanksgiving !

What a lovely Thanksgiving surprise!

Bryan joined us tonight, along with Chris, Christine, Jimmy and Scooter.

Before the gang showed up, I met Joy and Mike.

There is nothing more wonderful than meeting new friends.

Then I proceeded to hang out my liberal flag, in spite of knowing that politics is forbidden.

Sorry guys!

I love all of you.

It’s ok to disagree.

And then!

Wow!

Lefse was delivered today, from Mrs. Olson, in Wisconsin.

The holidays would not be the same, without lefse.

Spread the butter, sprinkle the sugar, roll up the lefse and indulge.

Fabulous!

I knew I would not be baking today… or at any time soon, so I stopped at Dietrich’s for a pumpkin pie, still warm from the oven.

And before that a stop at the liquor store for Butter Chardonnay and a pinot grigio.

Feeling slightly tipsy, it was time for the chicken butt to give it a rest.

Home now, reflecting on the exceptional moments of today, feeling thankful.

And wishing Ziggy, my sister in law, a speedy recovery, as she awaits surgery in Flemington, NJ.

Yes, I am thinking about those who have inspired and cared about me, as this Thanksgiving approaches.

You know who you are.

Love you.

Thank you for being there for me, in the difficult times.

Just to  name a few:

Liz, Mary, Patti, Anna, Susie, Pat, Barb, Donna, Scottie, Bryan, Tim, Chris. Christine, Kim, Colleen, Kait, Greg, Diana, Eileen, Zig, Julie, Muz, Peter, Cathy, Davey, Tracey, Lori, Linda, Orla, Gail, Ray, Marlowe, Aggie, Heather, Cindy, Suzanne, Denise, Susie, Andra, Dana, Pam, Jenn, Jimmy, Buster, Mark.

Your friendship  sustains me.

Love you!

xoxoxoxoxox

Wolf