Of hot tubs and the big soak

I see a communal hot tub in my immediate future . . . tonight! And I need it so much. It has been a long, stressful week, and a long, stressful winter. I have so missed attending social nudism events with my naturists group recently because of bad weather, but this weekend is forecast to be bright and clear.

I’ve also been thinking about the big soak this week — retirement — or at least, life after working in the newspaper industry.  I’m not planning to leave it just yet — I’m too young, well, too poor, to retire (because we’re never too young to retire if we’re rolling in cash, yes?). But as the industry shrinks and retrenches, I’m seeing that I may need to do something else with my life (besides write blogs) in two or three years.

Let’s see now . . . . Movie star? Model?

Earth to Jillian . . .

Perhaps I’ll work with an advocacy group, similar to GLAAD or All Out? I dunno. But I think those types of organizations could benefit from having a journalist in their ranks. There is probably not a lot of money to be made in that line of work, but it has its rewards — their causes are close to my heart, as regular readers of my blogs know.

Anyway, confronting the thought of “retirement” is a little daunting because, I guess, it also means accepting that we are getting older, and that it is the 60s all over again, this time without the apostrophe. I flatly reject the “senior” word. No “senior’s” discounts for me. OK, maybe when I’m 90 . . . and that seems so long from now . . . three decades . .

Speaking of the ’60s, with the apostrophe: A colleague mentioned to me yesterday that his young son was listening to a Beatles feature on CHOM, about their psychedelic years, and asked his dad what “LSD” is?

“Acid!” I said. “Gee, I wonder if they still make that stuff?  I’d love to try it again . . .”

My colleague laughed: “Grow up!”

“Never!” said I.

Smiles . . .

You see. My mind is more in the ’60s than the 60s. And age is a state of mind, right?

Which means I have about 45 years to go before retirement . . .

Far out, eh?

Strawberry Fields forever!

Happy weekend, everyone!

Peace and love

Jillian

6 thoughts on “Of hot tubs and the big soak

  1. Age is just a state of mind.not 66 years of age, I’m just a recycled teenager.
    I think we grow up too soon and get older too late. LOL

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  2. If you are going t live to be 1,000 you can have any number of career changes.

    I have been doing the “same thing” in software engineering for nearly 35 years, and it has been difficult to maintain the enthusiasm at times. However, I have been involved for the last 16 months in porting the Android smartphone operating system to 64-bit (which I realise won’t mean much to most folk) with ARM in Cambridge and that looks like coming to fruition in the next six months or so.

    You have to make the most of where you are now.

    Most folk have never heard of ARM, but if you have a mobile phone (aka cell phone) I can guarantee that ARM designed one or more processor chips in that phone. They are celebrating their partners (Apple, Samsung, et al) shipping 50 billion processors made to their designs this year. That is something over six processors each for every person on the planet! Not bad for a little British company.

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