Aren’t you afraid of being bored they said?
Aren’t you afraid of being laughed at or worse, ignored?
But really, I had never worried what others said in the past.
I know me and jumping in with both feet was my standard.
Sure, I might be shaking inside but you would not have known.
The one thing I did worry about was, I would lose my identification.
You know, I was what I did at my work.
I was very proud of this, but little did I know,
I would now be free to build any other ID I chose.
So … I entered this new lane.
Here I am on the downward side of my seventh decade.
Bored … Nah not gonna happen.
But there are some things I hadn’t thought of.
Somehow it seems to me that I am not as visible as I always was.
Unfortunately, it was not due to weight loss.
At the bank, I am treated as if I’m slightly dimwitted.
Polite young tellers that have none of the life experiences I have,
Speak a little more loudly than needed, and ask.
Do you need your receipt for your folders?
I can’t resist saying, I need it to check you entered it correctly.
Does this mean that I have become a crotchety old lady?
Am I going to wear purple now?
How will my time be used?
How am I going to make it? I don’t even knit.
Should I give up? Nah … not gonna happen.
I start by refusing to disappear.
When I am shuffled along because I am asking too many questions.
I don’t leave the line until I get answers.
Do I care if I hold up that line?
Nah … Not in this lane.
Some are bored with the time they now have, but not me.
If I start something at 9:30 at night and it takes 4 hours because I’m “retired’.
It doesn’t matter, as I can choose to sleep until I wake.
But wait! I can’t sleep in. I have no time.
I need to meet the girls for our morning walk and coffee.
They say I won’t have structured time any longer.
Really? I like getting 15% off manicures on a Monday.
First-rate movies for $8 Thursdays and senior rates at the Drug store Tuesday.
Eating out, we have preferred prices for seniors if we go early.
My life is structured just the way I like it.
I no longer discuss ailments except with the girls.
People might assume that’s all I talk of.
But then they would miss that I plan to go to Rome next year.
No, not on a tour bus.
I will run a night time half marathon following the lights of Rome.
When people ask what I do, I now say I am a murder mystery writer.
They look at me and say, why murder mysteries?
I smile and say it’s based on my background and what I know.
Do I elaborate and tell them I was a poison information specialist?
Nah … not gonna happen!