Back in the late 1980s, my law office manager invited the staff to a Halloween party at his home, which was being renovated. With the addition of a few artificial cobwebs and skeletons here and there, the house looked spooky and eerie.
Here we are, David and I, dressed in witch and clown costumes:
We had a great time. How I miss those parties, when we forgot work-related stress and took the time to enjoy each other’s company in an informal setting.
I retired in 2001, and David retired in 2014.
As retirees, we can finally be ourselves and don’t have to prove anything to anyone. We are what we are and nothing more.
It’s such a relief not to have to scramble out of bed at the crack of dawn, deal with rush hour traffic, and experience the disappointment of being passed over for a raise or promotion.
But, that doesn’t mean we can’t appreciate the good times.
And, by the way, where are all of those former co-workers? We don’t socialize with them anymore. They have disappeared from the face of the earth, and I can’t even remember their names.
Gone with the wind!