"We should be thankful for what we have," H told me last night. Indeed. She'd just heard from two cousins, one whose husband died, the other (a librarian at a technical college) who went to work to discover she had been let off without warning, gather your things and go, a college acting like the cliche of a corporation.
We count our blessings. We have pretty good health, retirement hasn't totally tanked, I teach a course I love to teach and even though I don't have tenure, being an adjunct, each and every term the class fills with a waiting list, which suggests a certain security (falsely, since it's clearly the course rather than the instructor attracting the students: it's the Age of Film). We both do work we love. No mental relapses of importance yet, despite waning memory now and again. No physical challenges other than the usual aches of aging. We count our blessings.
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