First Day of the Rest of My Life

So how did I spent my first 24 hours of freedom?



Driving 2 hours each way to talk about flowers and cakes at Daughter's wedding venue. At least I got a great lunch out of the deal.

Home For Good

I got home last night at 7 with a truck full of stuff.



This is the last time I come in this door carrying my work gear. I'm done.



I got plenty of loot from my customers and a tearful congratulations from my 91 year old mom who lives only a few blocks from the post office. I checked on her everyday either coming from or going to work . I assured her I would still be around, only this time I can stay a while longer.

The Last Morning

I set my alarm for the last time last night. I'm unplugging the bastard when I get home.



Yesterday I brought home all my personal stuff from my case.



This morning I headed out the door with mixed emotions.



I'm happy not to have to deal with the job and the miserable commute but I will miss the good people on my route and my great co-workers. Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my life and lucky me, I get to drive two hours each way to go pick flowers and cake from the wedding vendors.

The Last Goodbye

My work buddies threw me a little farewell get together last night.



We took over a room at the Italian Inn in Hyattsville.



Many of my friends have retired before me and assure me it will be alright.



You couldn't have asked for a better group of people to work with.
They made 37 years seem like nothing.
Keep in Touch.

Counting Down

Why I am looking so happy?



My hat says it all. 8 days and counting!

My Plans for the Future

Less than 2 weeks until I retire. People are always asking me what I am going to do with all my free time. First on the list is to chop lots of wood. This year's supply is running low and next winter is only a year away.

Sunday Mornings

It's early. It's cold but I'm out the door to the store.



Grocery shopping on Sunday morning is my idea of a good time. Seriously.

A Major Award

For my great effort, I won a tote bag perfect for carrying your towels-next year.

A Polar Bear Plunge

New Year's Day in our little beach town is a real event.



There is no better way to usher in a new year than by a quick-very quick dip in 32 degree bay water.



Before you begin it is important to have the spirit. A goofy outfit helps.



Whoooo......it was COLD.



After it was all said and done I took my time getting dressed in spite of a bad case of the shivers. I wanted to make sure everyone knew I was a swimmer and not just a watcher.



The organizers had marshmallows to roast over the fire pit and hot cocoa waiting.



Even Elvis took a dip.

Hello 2011!