Our summer travels were no different than our usual summer vacations, except it was a week longer than most, and I did not have to work on lesson plans upon our return. So when did it hit me that I was retired?
September, when Labor Day came and went, and I was not at Verona High School, I was aware of some slight difference. When the following week began, and yet again I was not in class, and I was waking up without an alarm (!) around 8 a.m. And I was having leisurely breakfasts, reading the entire newspaper before worrying about "starting the day", then I felt retired.
Almost everyone who retires often kids "when did I have time to work?" Well, in my case, we were trying to sell my father's house, and, while we were away, we got an offer. And we accepted! So there was a final push to get the house clean and ready for the sale. How would I have ever done this if I were still working? I was over at the house nearly every day; we filled our third dumpster of stuff from the garage and cellar; we boxed some "good stuff" and got it ready to move. I met with lawyers, plumbers, CofO and radon inspectors, and real estate agents. Jim (my surviving brother) and I piled up scrap metal, aluminum, copper and brought it to the recycling center. And finally, it was just about ready. We hired a POD to put away those boxed items, which was then brought to our house for further storage (that brought us into October). It was so busy that a planned trip up to VHS had to wait until well into October, which is when we finally closed the deal and said goodbye to 497.
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