Holiday weekends screw me up by throwing me off schedule, even though the holiday doesn’t matter to me anymore. I work pretty much every day, whether it’s editing or writing, and rarely take or get a day off. So much for being semi-retired, eh?
When you’re a writer, there’s no such thing, and if you have to pay bills, well… work happens. How many of you will be lucky enough to fully retire when you reach that age? Since the wealthy took over the running of this country and the 2008 crash, I think very few of us will be lucky enough to sit on our asses and do nothing, or travel the world like my folks did, or own two houses and move from one to the other with the seasons.
But I have no complaints, and in fact, I feel lucky I was able to realize my last dream of moving to Florida. Early retirement figured into that. Waiting would have made very little difference, so I took the leap and things worked out. Whether or not that holds true in a few years, I have no idea.
That’s the weird thing, at least for me. While I’ve never had “too much” money (there is no such thing, right? 🙂 ), I have always had enough. No matter what my circumstances, I somehow got the job or stumbled across a source of money in time to prevent me from being homeless, and yes, there were a few times it was a near thing.
This first pic was taken at Lake Camille. This is the lake at the end of my canal, but I scootered around the other side of it to get this vantage point. The two palms give it a nice Florida feel and add interest to the photo. I like the delicate sunset colors in the sky, too. This could be a postcard, right? 🙂 I love living here.
And this was the sunset the other night. Again, great sunset colors!
Hope you enjoyed a great three-day weekend! See you Friday.