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Bug Out

December 24, 2020 By admin

MASH ambulanceThey said the pandemic was going to change things. Or put another way, some things were never going to be the same after the pandemic was over.

According to a Pew Research Center analysis, a lot more boomers chose retirement during the pandemic than what had previously been expected.

If you watched the TV show MASH, there was a 2-part episode devoted to what was known as a Bug Out. Surgical units had to be ready to relocate within 6 hours due to imminent movement of enemy troops.

It’s beginning to look as though baby boomers are experiencing their own Bug Out. And this one is precipitated by the pandemic forcing people to abandon their workplaces.

2.86 million Baby Boomers retired in the 3rd quarter of 2020. The COVID-19 recession was the main culprit in this higher than expected surge. Until now, retirements averaged around 2 million per quarter, so this was a substantial increase.

Forced to work from home (if they were lucky and could figure out how to ZOOM) or pushed out of jobs that were considered essential but posed a risk greater than they could tolerate, many boomers chose the Bug Out option. It’s doubtful that they could do it in 6 hours or even make the decision to bug out in that amount of time. While several million boomers were planning on retiring anyway, close to a million more boomers just felt like they no longer had any choice in the timing.

In the MASH episode, much of the drama emanated from the fact that Hawkeye, Margaret and Radar stayed behind to care for a patient who could not be moved without threatening his life. Baby boomers who are essential workers must know what that feels like, as they remain on the job while a silent enemy is all around them, and all they have for protection is a mask. Social distancing may not be possible.

For those boomers who chose early retirement, we say good luck. To those boomers who remain on the job, we say thank you for remaining behind and doing those essential jobs. Things may never be the same when this is over, but let’s not forget who performed the essential work.

Jay Harrison is a writer and creative consultant at DesignConcept. His mystery novel, Head Above Water, is available on Amazon and Kindle. You can also visit his author page here.

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Bye Bye Reading Week

December 24, 2020 By admin

vintage typewriterFor many years – several decades actually – I have enjoyed “Reading Week” every December. It is an invention of my own.

During most of my professional life I was an independent journalist. I wrote mostly for newspapers and much of my time was spent pitching stories, finding stories, convincing people to let me interview them for stories, and so on in that vein. When you work freelance you do it all yourself.

You can write any time, of course, but when it comes to selling the idea to a publication and rounding up subjects to people your stories, there is one time during the year when you will face incredible obstacles. It’s a time when nobody cares about your ideas. Nobody wants to spend any of their precious time answering your silly questions.

And when is that time? It’s the week between Christmas and New Year’s.

Freelance writers who actually earn a living are driven people. We have to be. Let your guard down and it costs you money. Plain and simple. I have to say, I worked pretty hard most of the time. And the first couple years I just couldn’t believe that it wasn’t possible to make any progress during that one week.

So just to keep my spirits up, I decided to make my own holiday of that week. I called it Reading Week and it was just that. For seven days I could read as much as I wanted, all day if I so chose, and anything I wanted to read. And since it was an official holiday, with its own name, I was not allowed to feel any guilt for goofing off. That was a strict rule.

Over the years I began looking forward to reading week more and more. I planned for it. I collected books for it. And then I relished every moment of the week when it finally arrived. I think I even converted some of my friends to celebrating the “holiday.”

But now it’s over. Done in by a virus. King Covid murdered Reading Week. It’s not that I haven’t been doing any work during this long pandemic stay-at-home time, but I naturally read a lot more than I used to be able to. How can Reading Week be special when you can take any week you want and make it a celebration of the book?

I don’t know if it’s dead forever. Maybe this is just a sad blip in a long story. And it certainly isn’t the most serious fallout from the pandemic. Not even close.

I loved Reading Week. Yet I walked through the end of last year without it. Still, it will live on in my heart, if nowhere else.

Norma Libman is a journalist and lecturer who has been collecting women’s stories for more than twenty years. You can read the first chapter of her award-winning book, Lonely River Village, at NormaLibman.com.

 

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Sweet Sixteen

December 24, 2020 By admin

Mustang convertibleWhen my daughter turned sixteen, I bought her a gently used sedan. I’d suffered and saved for almost two years, so I didn’t have to make payments. She jumped up and down when I drove into the driveway, and making her happy brought tears to my eyes and memories of my sixteenth back.

Grandparents, aunts and uncles, and cousins had come to eat the free red velvet cake my mother made from scratch and the hamburgers my dad grilled.

I didn’t see a car hidden behind the azaleas or on any side of our clapboard house on brick piers. It was April, and already an early summer heat blistered anyone who stayed outside. I knew my parents would surprise me. They’d claimed we were poor, but they always came through at Christmas with plenty of toys for all four of us, and they nursed us back to life from the flu and viruses with homemade concoctions and prayer, but as I blew out the candles and opened presents, including a Hot wheels car my aunt gave me as a joke that seemed humorous to her and everyone else, I found no keys and no one showed up with my surprise car.

As weeks passed, I got a full time job, picked out a Mustang from a dealership, and financed the car in a recession that probably cost me twice as much as it was worth at the end of the four years and made the owner of the dealership even more wealthy than he was. It was a valuable lesson for me—to have no expectations from anyone and to rely on myself and hard work to get what I wanted out of life.

Niles Reddick is author of the novel Drifting too far from the Shore, two collections Reading the Coffee Grounds and Road Kill Art and Other Oddities, and a novella Lead Me Home. His work has been featured in seventeen anthologies, twenty-one countries, and in over three hundred publications.   http://nilesreddick.com/

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Rosy or Rosie

December 3, 2020 By admin

rose colored glassesThis just in from the rose-colored glasses department: 82% of Baby Boomers Expect Their Retirement to Go As Planned (Charles Schwab survey).

Wait a second. Haven’t there been dozens of surveys that indicate a little more than 30% of baby boomers have $10,000 or less in savings for retirement.

So how the hell do 82% of boomers think retirement is going to work out okay for them.

I’ll tell you why, not how. Put simply, they are just overly optimistic. Maybe it’s genetic. We are products of the baby boom. The war was over, the world was okay, business was booming, homes were being built by the millions, the country was being paved with interstate highways, Ike was in the White House. We were born at the height of optimism, so of course we think everything is going to turn out just fine.

Plus, and it’s a big plus, it turns out that Schwab only surveyed boomers aged 55 to 75 with at least $100,000 worth of investable assets, including retirement accounts. Okay, that’s more like it. Of course 82% of them are optimistic.

What about the rest who have not been able to feather their nests? The average social security payment is $1,500 per month. If you don’t have savings to supplement that amount, the retirement picture is far from rosy. You could be more like Rosie the homeless lady that you see on the street with a shopping cart filled with bags of all her earthly belongings.

Many boomers have used up much if not all of their savings as a result of pandemic-related job losses. Natural disasters, steep medical expenses, funeral and college tuition costs have also eaten into retirement accounts. At a time when savings should be increasing in value, for many boomers, it’s the reverse.

We know that Covid will change almost everything. In many ways, it already has. But as 10,000 baby boomers retire every day, a reckoning is coming. Let’s hope we still live in a society that cares about its oldest citizens.

Jay Harrison is a graphic designer and writer whose work can be seen at DesignConcept. His mystery novel, Head Above Water, is available on Amazon and Kindle. You can also visit his author page here.

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Holiday

December 3, 2020 By admin

New Mexico farolitosAs I ride into the holiday season on a wave of grief and fear, mixed with a dash of hope, I have just one simple request: I’d like to see my grandkids open their presents. Five of them live in different parts of the country and we’ll do a zoom party of some sort and that will be fun. But I have one little guy who lives right here in New Mexico and I expected – at one time in the hazy past, back at the beginning of the year – that I would celebrate in person with him. As we always do.

But this year that won’t be possible unless we take some extraordinary measures. Like shivering outside in December. Or bringing heaters into the garage and keeping the door open. Now, granted, this is New Mexico and it rarely gets super cold during the day. But it could easily be too cold to enjoy unwrapping packages outside, let alone eating a meal. So it will probably have to be Zoom or Facetime with him, too. And here he is, seven years old and close enough to touch. Almost.

Still, I know I am lucky. For one thing, we have been able to spend many months together turning the playset in the backyard into a water slide, eating pre-wrapped snacks, playing board games with gloves on. And lucky in an even more important way. We are all well. In fact, though some people who are dear to me have tested positive or even fought a bout with Covid, everyone has survived and is thriving. And I hope that will remain the case for all my friends and family and neighbors. I wish it could be so for everyone. And some day, I know, it will.

But for now we have to get through the next few months with our health and sanity intact. I don’t mean to preach. I wouldn’t be any good at it anyway. So all I’ll say is be brave. Be careful. This is a season of candles and lights and lamps in all the different traditions of celebration. This year especially, it’s a time for reflection and thinking about what we might want to change or improve in our lives in the new year. The pandemic has provided us with a lot to think about. I hope to take advantage of this time to do some thinking. I hope we all do. Happy Holidays, however you celebrate!!

Norma Libman is a journalist and lecturer who has been collecting women’s stories for more than twenty years. You can read the first chapter of her award-winning book, Lonely River Village, at NormaLibman.com.

 

 

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Pain Management

December 3, 2020 By admin

hand on sore backSometimes when I wake up in the morning, my back hurts, right here, see? Where my hand is. I get up anyway, go downstairs and let Lilly the dog out, waiting inside the door for her and absent-mindedly pressing where it hurts. After she comes back in, I take my hand away from the pain long enough to pour my coffee and take a sip. Then, I notice my hand is back again pressing where it hurts.

My hands are now in dishwater, and I’m concentrating carefully on the comfort of warm water and the beautiful luster of my red glass dishes. My hands are now smoothing bed covers, and I’m careful to concentrate on brushing off all the dog hair and getting my pillows just right: red, pink, green and cream. I’m ready for my day, as they say, or at least I would be if it weren’t for this …

I realize I’m still clutching at myself, so I deliberately extend my right hand to draw back the curtains at my bedroom window. I make an effort to notice what’s going on outside. It’s a sunny day, so I say aloud, as my mother used to do, “It would be stupid to let this day go to waste.”

Oh dear! My mother was a wonderful woman, but do I think words like “stupid” and “waste” are going to help me now? I’ve got to stop this pain thing. It’s depressing.

Salvation comes in the warmth of early afternoon. I’m on the walking path next to the river. An impromptu band has coalesced in the open area next to the playground equipment, where kids are swinging and sliding and calling to each other.

A guitar goes plink plunk. A recorder ripples. I discover I’m moving along in time with the music, almost as fast as the breeze, legs pumping, arms free. Lilly on her lengthy leash is keeping an eye out for stupid squirrels. Great squirrel hunter, is my Silly Lilly–though she’s not once ever caught one. The children’s laughter now sounds like lace. The drum is becoming part of me.

I look up from under the broad brim of my sun hat and there’s a green tree against a blue sky with white clouds. And the river,… the river is like a liquid soul.

And the pain is gone.

Katharine Valentino is from Eugene, Oregon

 

 

 

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