It was congenial seeing fellow teachers at the retiree’s meeting, and though I was sometimes lost for words, I can’t expect to be up to my younger self at these socials. I can still enjoy a funny story or even tell one. I needn’t understand the whole of the union president’s address about Covid 19; after all, I am eighty-seven.
The opportunity to attend this meeting is a gift from God, and to be cherished. There are so many things that are a gift from God that if I didn’t feel loved there’d be something amiss. Most likely that would be my viewpoint. I have to watch that!