Despite the title of today’s post, I have no retirement plans, even though I’m well past the traditional age for retirement. I love my work as a group therapist in a large Boston teaching hospital, so when people ask me about my retirement plans, I say “no plans to retire” and sometimes, when I’m feeling particularly non-retiring, I say, “No retirement plans and when I die, I’d like to have my body stuffed and put in the group room, so I can be THAT kind of therapist.” To illustrate those plans, I get into a typical silent-therapist-listening pose, kind of like this:
Some people think that’s funny, others find it disturbing, and I have no plans to retire that line.
So why is today’s post titled “retirement plans”? I planned that title because of today’s Daily Bitch …
… and because my ex-brother-in-law Joe …
— shown there in an unplanned portrait with my ex-sister-in-law Deborah and their adorable English Setter, Lake — told me yesterday he would like to retire to their lovely home in Connecticut.
I also have no retirement plans regarding this daily blog, so I hope you enjoy today’s typically unplanned post, containing all the photos I snapped yesterday while connecting in Connecticut at Deborah and Joe’s home, at the nearby Harkness Memorial State Park, and at a local restaurant.
I hope the New London restaurant On the Waterfront has no plans to retire their delicious avocado salad, which was a special on the menu last night. My plan last night was to treat Deborah and Joe to to their first meal in a restaurant since the global pandemic changed all our plans a year and a half ago, and those plans worked out very well indeed.
In honor of Joe, here’s “The Retirement Song,” an a cappella sea shanty by The Longest Johns:
What are your thoughts and feelings about retirement plans? Please don’t be shy and retiring about sharing them in a comment, below.
I have no plans to retire my daily expressions of gratitude, so thanks to all who inspire me to blog every day, including YOU.
