On Retirements

Momentous day.  The last of the working life of Ms. M, after so many hours and assignments and binders and tapes and deciphering of handwriting.  A glorious slide off into sunsets and unexpected married bliss. Such a turn of events, this past while.  Hard not to smile - even as endings hold a sort of sadness.  

Funny how there are nostalgic moments that arise now and then, but never do they run backwards.  The gathering of time inches ever forward.  While all the while those around you do not seem to age, at least in the mind, since time passes for you too.

Carter on Monday, Chaz tonight, with messages from Bear and Pal and Shear all falling in the inbox in between. Occasions for reflection, and incentive not to let it pass too quickly without the creation of memories worth the future telling.  

So a Tancook plan is hatched.  So the cajoling of a Brier island trip is successful.  So Ibiza is picked as the escape route from the Tomatina.  So Bermuda was scootered, and so the ECT paths are and will be hiked.  So you sail beyond Devil's island and prepare for another invocation of bender night.

All very well and good.  You try to stop time by thinking, and cannot.  But it does slow, when you pause and remember.  And what you remember are the creation of stories.  Go seek out more.  To reflect on in years hence.