Dr Spo, the sweetie, posted over the weekend about last times. The last time we see someone, visit someplace, see something, experience something. Last time happen, they are a part of life. In thinking about his post, and writing a comment, I reflected on some the last times in my life. I have had three major geographic moves as an adult, and let me assure you can return but you can't go back. The place will have changed. I have buried my share of family. People I saw and spoke with for the last time, sometimes knowing it was likely to be the last time, sometimes not. It is part of life.
I also got to thinking about first times that I have to look forward to.
I look forward to the first day, week, and month, when my time is shaped by my whims and not by the demands of my work, and the need to earn a living.
I look forward to turning 65 and Medicare kicking in, for the first time in my adult life not being obligated to work or pay for health insurance. I have been uninsured a couple of times as an adult - it is terrifying. I had a year with nearly $400,000 in medical bills - not having to jump through hoops for health insurance will be wonderful.
I look forward to the first Social Security and Pension checks. I have been filing tax returns for 50 years, paying into Social Security for that long. I am vested in an old fashioned pension, it is a tiny one, $518 a month for life, but I earned that with several years of 50 and 60 hour weeks in public interest work.
I look forward to being able to plan a trip away from home - really away from the office, that is longer than 13 days. I have an administrative duty that I have to do every two weeks, that is nearly impossible to delegate. One of my fantasies is to rent an apartment in a foreign city and live like a local for a month. We are getting close.
I look forward to having dinner with Mitchell and San Geraldo in Spain for the first time, to meeting Sharon in Phoenix while visiting Spo and Someone again, I look forward to seeing the Canadian Maritimes for the first time and meeting Lawrence. I look forward to having time to organize a gathering of bloggers, and somehow encouraging many to fly in and enjoy. It has been done, it is time to do it again.
I look forward to the first time traveling long distance by train, in a private compartment with the backyards of America passing by my window.
I look forward to having time to cross the Atlantic on an ocean liner.
Yes there will be losses and changes along the way, but for every last time, there is a first time. I look forward to those.
I look forward to that dinner, too!ReplyDelete
Mesón Salvador would be great!Delete
I great post. I always seem to remember the last times of things.ReplyDelete
And that is normal, I do to, but there so much more to be done.Delete
It's wonderful to look forward to first times!ReplyDelete
Many more to comeDelete
I think we remember the 'last times' if we look back, but you're looking forward, a far more positive outlook of 'first times.'ReplyDelete
There are few lasts, that make me smile that I will never do that again. The last time I took a bar exam.Delete
Hmmm... I thought ablout this and it seems that lasts don't particularly stand out in my mind. I wonder why that is.ReplyDelete
You are my first every dayDelete
Great post! I want to walk with Mitchell on the streets while he has his camera out taking photos of people wearing different types of plaids!ReplyDelete
I am plotting a tripDelete