When I got to college, I learned that a BA in math was a lovely point of ridicule and a science degree required chemistry (most of my unknowns dried up before I got to them) and physics (????? I could never connect the dot between math and physics). So my math career ended.
And now, the only thing left is enough to know how to phrase a google question so that I can easily find the answer. And, honestly, that's ok with me. Google's going to be around as long as I am so it's all good.
Yesterday at the pool, after my swim in the locker room I was chatting with a lady I've seen there often. She said that she retired a year ago and I allowed as how I did, too. She asked "So, how long did it take you to figure out how to do it?"
And now I'm back to those thoughts. The answer is, of course, that I may never get that figured out. My days aren't full enough to suit me but I haven't yet come up with a satisfactory filler. I'm no longer stressed about it. If something comes along, great. If not, no biggie. I'm sure not suffering here.
I think I might finally go back to Costco. I miss their toilet paper and their bacon. I've done without for more than 6 months now and I think that's enough. Maybe I'll go after swimming today. It will be a little after noon and I can score a piece of pizza or hot dog for lunch. (I'm not a fan of those tasting samples - invariably I get something icky in my mouth and can't get the taste out for hours so I'm a 'no thank you'.)
No baseball today. And no other big plans.