David McMahon's Weekend Wanderings question this week was: "What brings tears to your eyes?"
Onions bring tears.
The end of each "Extreme Makeover Home Edition" episode brings tears.
"It's a Wonderful Life" brings tears.
The hymn "On Eagle's Wings" brings tears.
Laughing so hard you choke up brings tears.
Sad stories bring me tears.
Being snubbed brings me tears.
Frustration brings me tears.
Joyous accomplishment of others brings me tears.
Weddings bring me tears.
Funerals bring me tears.
A good book can bring me tears.
Wondrous beauty brings me tears.
It doesn't necessarily take a lot to bring tears to my eyes.
But what trully surprises me this morning as I continue to ponder it is that retirement has not yet brought me tears.
It wasn't my choice other than that I do not wish at this time in my life to make the effort to seek out a new job. I had determined already that this would be the job I retired from.
It was dropped on me suddenly by financial decisions of the school's financial committee. (On Tuesday afternoon by phone--which is not as awfully rude as it sounds. Force of circumstances made it next to impossible to get together--and after all, asking someone to drive 45 miles in order to tell them in person might be a bit of a blow as well)
The timing was such that I did not have the opportunity to say good-bye.
I did not have the opportunity to leave things organized for others.
I will miss the kids.
I have no plan beyond the weekend.
There was something we were checking out the calendar for the end of August and I said I couldn't say if we could do it because I had to check when the before school meetings were and now neither of us can remember what it was we wanted to do the end of August because the meetings don't matter any more. grrrr
I have to go in and clear out my stuff or I simply would not look back.
Okay, there was a tear just now--one in each eye.
They are gone now.