Sherry and I usually talk twice a day by phone. We turned seventy years old last week and we are still overwhelmed by the number. We don't feel 70. We don't act 70. So what's the big deal?
Sherry and I are trying to find our "new lives", lives without our spouses being at home with us. We talk about missing the way life was before our lives changed. "What are you going to do?" I ask my twin. She usually says, "I don't know. How about you?" I respond, "I don't know. Right now I am a caregiver to Mom."
And then Sherry said, "Your life was being a teacher for forty-six years. Can you volunteer or get a part time job or substitute at the school?" I thought carefully about each suggestion and said, "No . . .no . . .no to each suggestion because I am still a caregiver to my Mom.
Later, I called Sherry and told her I could tutor writing. However, since Florida's writing standards have changed, I would need to do some research. The one thing I know I could help students with is vocabulary. Specific precise vocabulary.
So, I had a little hope this afternoon. Tutoring is still rambling around in my brain like a ball being dropped off a mountain top. Where it lands, we'll never know.
But where would I tutor? Not at my home with these yapping dogs and needy cats and Mom. No. It would have to be at the Library perhaps.
Anyway. Just a flitting thought about my future in the future. I'm in a quandry.
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