March 28, 2019-
There is one more work day and one more trading day left in March. A quarter of my sixty-ninth year will end on Sunday. March has been roiling, as we have seen, in the areas of weather-based crises and human conflict. It has also been a time of great joy for me, personally.
As I get ready for the last two months of a fairly successful work year, and begin to ponder what life might be like, after I leave full time employment and devote my time to family and to several months of the year as a traveling writer, there may be a catch.
Having said, a few times, that I am likely to leave Prescott, and Arizona, after nearly thirty years straight and thirty-eight years, all told, in the Grand Canyon State, there is the matter of who might prevail on me to remain here. Most of my friends here will wish me well, regardless of what path I choose to follow. There are some, not counted as friends, who will be glad to see me leave. One or two special people, who will remain nameless, could yet get me to stick around. In any case, I know my meanderings would bring me back here, time and again.
This is all conjecture, at present. I have two very full and rewarding years left, before “retirement”. The March Lion will bow out, and April will bring pesky standardized testing, the beauty of Ridvan and of Easter, and the Proms. May will likely see the first 90-degree day for Prescott, and 100-degree day in Metro Phoenix. The weekends seem to be fully-booked, but I could very well get in a day trip to Grand Canyon, on the Centenary of its National Park. This one would be to the east side of the Park, and Desert View Tower. That was my Dad’s favourite spot, when he and Mom visited, in 1985.
Enough meandering, word-wise; I had a busy day and rest is of the essence. See many of you, tomorrow.