Thursday, July 08, 2010

A bird flew *SMAK* into the French door window, landed on the deck. Of course the cats were very interested. I shooed them away and picked up the bird. It came to, shat on my hand, realized it was in close contact with a large human person and it flew away. There's still a feather splat on the glass.

My dentist is retiring. I will never retire. How do people retire? What does it mean. Sleeping in, reading the whole paper at one sitting, spending the day eating raspberries in the garden and getting scratched, what?

The second of the trilogy is opening this Friday, the Norwegian version. The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest. Hollywood is talking about a remake with Angelina Jolie. Bletch.


TC said...

Retirement means acknowledging you are no longer useful. Often the term comes after the event (which is often involuntary) and is simply a way of trying to convince others (not yourself, you know the truth) that this is a natural state of affairs.

Earlier and different kinds of societies had other and wiser ways of considering these affairs. Our way however is in keeping with the general state and condition of things in our society, perhaps best summed up by the term unnatural.

beth coyote said...

Unnatural, indeed. And shocking really. I don't intend to retire and because I work for myself, ha!

Thanks for stopping by. I walked through your blogs and will again. Interesting.

Valerie Loveland said...

To me, retirement would be stop leaving the house, become antisocial and paranoid, wearing yoga pants exclusively.

I need something to get me out of the house (and showered) every day.

TC said...

One way to get yourself out of the house is to not have a working shower, so you have to get out of the house to shower.

Unfortunate aspect of that is the ensuing discovery that everybody out there on the streets is antisocial and paranoid.