Woster: Staying aware of our seasonal slowdown

Here by the river last weekend, the guys working on the house next door started the morning in sweatshirts and insulated vests but were down to T-shirts by the middle of the afternoon, a mild one for the first weekend in November. Nancy and I sat on our patio for a couple of hours in the afternoon. We ignored the nag of our prairie work ethic. Instead, we listened to our rockers creak as we alternately watched the guys on the roof next door and appreciated the gentle ripples on the river’s surface. When a small chore or clean-up project crossed my mind, I pushed it aside, reminding myself that an 80-year-old soul well into retirement can put off until tomorrow, well, pretty much everything. That’s kind of the point of retirement. A retired person first told me that many years ago. I was still on the job as a newspaper reporter. On a feature story assignment in Aberdeen, one of my morning interview subjects had to push our meeting back a couple of hours.

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