after
the last minute
of
the last
hour . . .
the last day
of the last
year
of all these decades
that have run
one
into another
at the last
I
shall be
free
~
after
the last minute
of
the last
hour . . .
the last day
of the last
year
of all these decades
that have run
one
into another
at the last
I
shall be
free
~
Oh. my goodness, Frank!
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Just my retirement from the workforce, Janet. A good day, indeed.
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Whew! As I read it, it sounded a lot more ominous than that! Have a very happy retirement!
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Yes, I’m ever the melodramatic, Janet.
Thank you.
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Here’s to that freedom, Frank! May you enjoy this new life chapter.
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Thanks so much, Ellen.
The possibilities are endless, though I confess to a little nervousness, as well.
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Oh yes, I understand that nervousness…but I’m sure you will adjust as you figure out how quickly you use up your time!
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As per today’s poem, Ellen. No shortage of things to do . . .
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My goodness Frank I am so pleased I thought the same thing as others only breathe a sigh of relief A new challenge awaits in retirement, and no more “freshly piddled sheets”.
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