The barn swallows are gone for this year. They left sometime in September. https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Barn_Swallow/id
I watch for their return Mid-May every year in Nebraska. I know they will leave end of summer and think I’ll say good-bye this year. I look for them in the evenings, and find they are already gone like quicksilver. One minute it’s there, the next second it slips through my fingers. My reflexes aren’t fast enough to see. Their migratory pattern is fixed in their DNA. https://journeynorth.org/tm/swallow/News.html
I like to watch the swallows dip and dive on warm summer evenings at twilight. I imagine it’s possible to see them snapping up mosquitos and flies, cleaning my backyard for human outdoor comfort, as they feed themselves and their young nesting in my barn.
These sleek blue-black birds left about the time I ordered a new black mobile briefcase to roll to new part-time self-employment. Buying new supplies for a new post-retirement career is easy and fun. Writing the letter of resignation to leave my position after 39 years with the same employer is hard.
Over the years, and through many different administers, I worked to provide more and different kinds of help to students. Until the last few years, those administrations supported and encouraged my program’s efforts. They believed in the concept of helping students through many obstacles, enhancing their graduation rates. The current one doesn’t share that view. This leader’s focus is public relations, and self-image.
The program I’m leaving has been reduced to near nonexistence. Theoretically, that should make it easier to retire, however leaving is bittersweet. I’m hopeful the next person in this position will be more articulate, and able to make a case to recover lost services that benefit students.
I’ll build my own mud nest, ready to hatch and fledge a new direction.
A week exploring western Nebraska and eastern Wyoming ended with a visit to the Dignity statue in central South Dakota. She is impressive from Interstate 90 as well as from this view at the rest stop where she resides.
The back of her blanket is beautiful as well.
It was a peaceful and fitting finish to vacation to visit Dignity on the hill outside Chamberlain, SD as a storm approached. I’m returning to work for a few more months, coinciding with the beginning of a new school year. I expect a lot of work-storms during that time period.
I’m planning a new venture for the months ahead after retiring from my current position. Vacation helped me clarify plans for the future. Putting a future option in place eases my discomfort with ending a long career just to face empty days as winter sets in. I’ll write more about my plans in future blog entries. Today’s entry appropriately ends with a photo of the Dignity’s dedication in 2016.
It’s late July, high summer season for garden harvests, flowers and mosquitos. It’s also the general timeline I gave myself to make a retirement decision. I can busy myself picking green beans, husking sweet corn and pruning flower beds to avoid difficult decisions. It’s been a great year for green beans. This is an early harvest.
Plentiful rain results in beautiful flowers.
The flowers are pretty even when shared with another of Mother Nature’s creatures.
Tending to nature’s bounty is a peaceful way to consider options. Time on the lake fishing is another kind of peace. My pole’s in the water on a foggy morning.
This view and the cover photo are of Lake Oahe in South Dakota. http://sdmissouririver.com/follow-the-river/the-four-lakes-and-dams/lake-oahe/
I started this blog yesterday, but lost it in cyberspace. Writing a second draft is a useful process. It forces me to think about my topic and hopefully do a better job this time.
Late April snow blanked the yard. Trees damaged, siding torn from the house in windstorms, and lilacs blooming late are all victims of the long cold April and early May. Tulips, however, loved the cool early spring.
Winds catapulted temperatures to hundred-degrees on Memorial weekend days. Iris bloomed and died in a day.
My first possible retirement date is July 1st. However, I feel I’m on a decision-making rollercoaster. I’ve barely scratched the surface of tasks to complete before I turn in a resignation letter, so I don’t think I’ll make that deadline. These are tasks to-do related to ending one long phase of my life and moving on to another, like selecting insurance providers, a health plan, talking to an attorney, etc.
I found a terrific cartoon about procrastination, that fits me rather well. It has sections for getting lost on social media (such as writing this blog – twice), cleaning or repairing things (the air conditioner for the upstairs of the house stopped working tonight, which will necessitate contacting a repair person in the morning, making arrangements to be home when they arrive, possibly buying a new system, etc.), and getting lost in daily chores (it was 95 degrees again today, consequently I’ve been watering every potted plant outside daily.)
I’m moving off the procrastination map and clearing away cobwebs.
I like to be up early in the morning and watch the sunrise. It’s life-affirming to see another day emerge from darkness as mother earth turns. Spring mornings often go from pink, to mauve, gold, or red as the morning brightens, as if a master light engineer is controlling the process.
I’m sometimes tired and discouraged by day’s end, but the morning brings promise of a better day ahead. Listening to the robins wake up, begin their cheerful chirping, the mourning dove calling to attract a new mate, and faint flutter of finches’ wings as they fly to the feeder are a tonic for emotional renewal.
I’m writing this blog to help me make decisions about my future. Each new day brings a little progress, and many more questions.
Summer flowers and future decisions are just around the corner.
It’s been a while since I posted to this blog, so I’m writing a retirement plan update. One of about a zillion possible ways to think about retirement is to reinvent oneself and start a small business. I’m considering opening a private counseling practice. As I explore this possibility, I learn about a long list of requirements. I’d rather think about the fun side of an adventure first, so following that line of thought, I am considering many names and logos for a potential business.
I had a blue roan horse years ago. Blue was older when he came home from the sale barn, than the seller claimed, but lived a good long life here. Because of his age, Blue was a dependable mount for me, and for novice riders and children that visited and wanted to go riding. I bought a painting of a blue horse this spring from a gallery in North Carolina. I’ve been thinking about adding a blue horse description to my place. I’m taken with the idea of renaming it LLZ Blue Horse Ranch.
I named my first poetry chapbook Hard Times after the title of one of the poems in the chapbook. Some time later, I googled the title and discovered at least a dozen books with the same name. It seems prudent, given that experience, to check out titles first before proceeding with legal steps to establish a business. My first choice is to use the same title for my business as this blog.
When I googled “blue horse”, I found a dozen or more Blue Horse Ranch locations around the country, and a couple of Blue Horse Counseling Services. I’m back to square one looking for a unique name.
It turns out that selecting a name first is also a practical consideration. One needs a name and a location to complete all legal documents.