Thursday, 27 September 2012

• Retired

     "For what is your life? It is even a vapor, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away." I was young and happy and did not know sorrow and grief, I blinked my eyes and then I saw that I had lived a lifetime. Now that it is over, it feels like a dream, but when I think back over the things I put up with to survive, I truly do not know how I made to this point.

     They really loved me there, I had no idea, seriously. When I got to work, they had a cake for me and for whoever wanted to partake and wish me well. They took pictures which I'm sure will be posted on the bulletin board. At lunch time

  they surprised me with a huge dinner that every one on my shift had participated in by bringing in a dish. I found out that one lady took yesterday off just to cook most of the food for this. They presented me with a card and some money as well. Finally, I was able to leave two hours early with pay. I managed to keep myself together almost all day, but I teared up a little when I hugged my supervisor goodbye.

     I'm not excited. I don't even feel relieved. All I feel is an inexorable drive to make up for lost time. My appreciation has deepened over the years for my musical talent. I want to pick up where I left off in the '70s with 6-8 hour days of practise and composing. Ah well, alone in my room at last, surrounded by my objects/talismans, with the blue lights on and the wind chimes tinkling in front of the fan. And incense. The child David, back in his room again, with his dreams and imaginings floating in the air, ready for playtime again after such a long and mysterious interruption.

   

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