Retirement 2

To some extent, it’s pride that’s stopping me from finding new work.

I don’t want to slum it with kids and novices, that think they’re hot shot when they’re not.

Also I don’t want to beg. Not even close.

I am enjoying my enforced furlough way too much for that. It takes a while, breaking the work addiction. But I’m getting there. It’s worth it.

This lack of work also matches my hard earned life philosophy. The one that only sees hypocrisy everywhere and devalues all life’s goals. Sort of like a nihilist laptop. Take it with you, and apply it when necessary.

Plus I’ve got legitimate home work, with a baby to bring up. And the other kids. And a house to renovate.

I’m doing it all backwards but that’s ok. My place remind me of the happy environment that was Nick Coates’ place in Newtown, before he karked it, that is.

He gave me a vision and I’ve finally fulfilled it, 30 years later in my fifties. You can’t fault me for perseverance.