The last few months have been exceedingly busy.  I haven’t settled into a post-retirement routine yet.  Tomorrow heralds a bittersweet event-an Open House for my residence of the last 13 1/2 years.  As someone who isn’t good about letting go of stuff, I’ve disposed of many things (tangible and intangible).  I’ve learned who my real friends are and have mourned those I thought were friends.  I’ve grieved the loss of a close family member.  I’ve celebrated my retirement.  I’ve moved on.  None of it couldn’t have been accomplished without the help of some individuals very close to me.  You know who you are.

I prepare to sally forth into a new residential setting.  My focus will turn to personal upkeep and the establishment of a healthy routine for myself.  Once I’m settled, I will turn to my writing.  I’ve missed it.  It’s always simmering in the back of my mind. I need it.

Work will continue on my mystery novel.  I have some new ideas to work into the plot.  Most importantly I will be embarking on a new “career,” that of personal historian.  I will speak to that in the near future.  Let’s just say it involves writing people’s life stories.  However, that is a very simplistic description.

As autumn claims the great Northeast, I claim my new beginnings.  Much more to come…