One of the best things about being retired is: you get to play more, and work less. Right now, I prefer to play all day, and not work at all. Gardening, growing your own food (and medication), listening to old vinyl records, drawing and blogging are all playing. And when you are truly playing, everything is an experiment. Be it growing a certain plant variety from seed, pruning fruit trees or mixing weird concoctions of all the stuff ya grow in yor garden. Dig this: I just juiced some carrots, beets, parsley and kale I grew in my garden. Yummy! I had some snow peas (edible pods), but didn’t throw them into the mix, as I like to eat em right off the bush as a little outdoor snack.
The cool thing about experimenting with stuff (and I’m not talking about torturing small animals, although I might make an exception for all the god-damned neighborhood cats that shit in my garden [can’t really blame em though, maybe my compost-rich soil is like using that nice soft quilted toilet-paper for them]) is: You never know how it’s gonna turn out. So you gotta pay attention, and paying attention is hard, cause there’s so much going on to distract ya. I don’t just do one experiment at a time, I usually have a bunch of em going on all the time; that can get confusing. So what ya gotta do is take notes. Mental notes are my favorite kind, but are often the least reliable. But if ya take good notes, then you can reproduce your experiments, and hopefully get the same desired results. It’s all a crap-shoot.
So….right now, as evidenced by my journal entries, I’m experimenting with quitting my part-time job and going into full-retirement, which sadly I was only enjoying 95% of the time. Thing is, I’m not sure I should quit working. I got a good gig going working for my former employer, it’s just that I’m really starting to hate it.
I’ve cut down to one day a week for four (not 44) hours. I know, that’s a really killer. But I’m VERY tired of probation, and don’t want to have anything to do, anymore with dysfunctional people (myself excluded). We’ll see how that goes. Not so well so far based on my last time there. I wanna quit. More so, I realize I’m finished working in corrections, and now just gotta figure out my exit strategy. Which is no big deal, seeing that I am an Extra Help employee, having officially retired ten years ago. Just walking in and saying “Fuck You” has a certain appeal to it, but my supervisor has been good to me with his ‘hands-off’ approach. I could just fade into the sunset and never show up again. We’ll see. After all, Everything Is An Experiment!