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Laid Off Luxury

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Since I’ve been laid off from the position of wage slave, my sleep pattern has been disrupted. Never an early riser, I was at least reluctantly accustomed to getting up for work and showing up for work, esteemed traits of the boomer generation. Since I can live by my own schedule now, I enjoy late night binging on Netflix and Amazon Prime Videos or listening to music. With my alarm silenced, mornings are later than usual and sometimes occur at lunchtime. In fact, you might say my schedule is more like mayhem. It’s great.

Regarding the scheduled life, there are two personality types—structured or non-structured. I am the non-structured type who goes with the flow, unlike my husband, Alan, who prefers planning and detail.  I think our opposite circadian rhythms contribute to the success of our marriage.

Some nights, I can’t get to sleep at all without Benadryl and/or Ibuprofen. Lately, I’ve been tossing and turning until around 4 and 5 am, despite listening to Beethoven and infusing the room with eucalyptus oil. My sister, Anita, tells me she doesn’t know a woman over 60 who doesn’t have insomnia. I told her Alan has it too. He says he gets up every morning at 3 am and has a hard time getting back to sleep. It’s true. I can hear him foraging in the kitchen while I’m watching T.V.

Because of our erratic schedules, there is no telling who’s up or down in our house at any time of day or night. There may be a body napping on the couch or guest room bed during the day or someone wandering in search of Tums at night in the kitchen. Alan is an extremely light sleeper. Since our kitchen is adjacent to the master bedroom, I dare not do dishes or noisily close the microwave door while popping corn in the middle of the night because he’s a bear when a person disturbs his sleep. The courtesy of not disturbing Alan’s sleep has become a good excuse for not working around the house.

The medical experts don’t seem to know why we can’t sleep very well as we age. It probably has to do with changes in the brain, but I like to think I’m returning more to my natural, biological self—eating when hungry and sleeping when tired, which is as it should be. I’ve been one of those who needs lots of sleep all my life and have loved every minute of it. Now that I don’t engage in the drudgery of work, I have no problem with staying up late, rising late, eating at odd hours and napping. In fact, napping is a laid off luxury.

I took two Benadryls and two Ibuprofens last night. That’s 50 mg and 400 mg respectively. They worked well with the 3 beers I had had earlier in the evening. I barely got through one episode of Monroe before I dozed off. It was a night of light comedy and deep sleep. There’s no telling what tonight might bring, though. The second series of Goliath airs today on Amazon and I’ll definitely be watching it. Sweet dreams everyone!

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It’s Getting Better All the Time

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It’s been a year since the Beatles channel started on Sirius XM Radio and six months since my surprise layoff from the drudgery of the day job. It’s getting better all the time.

The Beatles radio channel is my constant companion in the car and on my Amazon Music playlist. Beatles songs are sacred to me. They evoke feelings of youthfulness and of hope. Even though I’m now 64, getting older and literally losing my hair, I still love them and their incredible music every bit as much as I did when I was a kid.

But, I’m not the only one. There’s a lot of gray-haired Beatles groupies out there. At the Publix check-out last month, the cashier commented on my John Lennon t-shirt. (It’s the only printed t-shirt I own). It’s the iconic one pictured above with the black and white photo of John with folded arms, wearing the “New York City” sleeveless shirt and dark, round shades.  The Publix man said he had a shirt like it, but that his had the “Imagine” lyrics on it. He told me he recently wore the shirt to a “March for Our Lives” demonstration. I turned around to show him the same lyrics printed in red on the back of my top. When I faced him again, I saw his eyes filling up. He said something about how they were the best of times. I agreed. I ended our brief conversation by saying maybe “these kids” will turn things around like we did and he nodded.

My encounter with a fellow hippie may seem trite to some, but the fact that we shared a nostalgic sense of hope for future generations was important for me. I believe the millennials are trying to get us back to where we once belonged, just like my generation did. Although they have better technology and superior weed, there is ample evidence of the same free spirit, social engagement, and intolerance for conformity. They want the personal freedom we craved, a healthier planet, and a better world.

People my age who complain about the lax work ethic of kids in their twenties, could just admit that the millennial message is like that of our generation. However, we ended up working way too hard and often reluctantly. Many of us, like me, with “jobs” had to bow  to the very establishments we protested against in the 60’s.

In the seventies, that establishment strengthened. Noam Chompsky, the greatest intellectual of our time, calls it the age of neoliberalism and it is a powerful force of control in our world. It assures that we remain in our social place. It was what weakened our sense of solidarity and our power.

I never liked a single job I had for four decades and I don’t want that scenario for my grandchildren.  I hope that millennial self-respecting intolerance for corporate control helps turn it around and that they do build a better world. It’s their turn and I stand with them.

Power to the People!

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Yippie! I’m Laid Off!

I was laid off after 25 years of employment in November, 2017 and became officially redundant. Yippee! The Law of Attraction is working. I was a little shaken at first, but this push is just what I needed. What writer at 64 would say anything different? Yes, I wasn’t ready to retire and yes, I may have to struggle financially for a while, but this was the best thing that could have happened to me.

I have young friends who were laid off and forced to change careers, locations, and life plans. Many were devastated. Not me. I’m old. I paid my dues as a wage slave. I’m done! I had only one and a half years to go before retirement. I even had a countdown app on my phone. But wishing your life away, as my husband, Alan, said, is no way to go through life. He was so right.

I’m working part time to help make ends meet, but the good thing is that my stress level and blood pressure are both normal. I get to nap whenever I want to. I’m a teaching assistant at a local school, part time, so I get colds more often, but that’s when I get to stay home and write, two of my favorite things. I make my own bread and have a constant supply of home-made muffins in the fridge. My garden is looking better and I’m losing weight. Last week, I took my grandson to the beach and actually had some fun!

And, to top things off, we had a flood in our house! This little nudge from the universe has resulted in a new set of kitchen cabinets, a new floor in the bedroom, and, this summer, almost the entire house will be painted. It doesn’t get any better than this.





So Just Answer the Question!

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There’s a popular grammatical trend today that must be getting under the skin of INFP’s like me–starting sentences with the conjunction “so”. I really don’t mind, except when it’s used in answer to a question. Any question. It just gets on my nerves when anyone begins an answer with “so.” When I hear someone start an answer to a question with “so”, I don’t hear the words that follow.  I can’t even remember the question because I get so caught up wondering why the answer had to begin with “so”.

Ironically, the habit is popular among educated people, but it sounds adolescent. I heard it the other day at a meeting. “Are you in agreement with this plan?” a young woman was asked. “So…” she began in an apparent answer. My brain started firing lots of questions. So what, lady? Are you or are you not in agreement with the plan? Just say it. Is it yes, no, maybe, absolutely, no way, possibly. Just answer the #*%@%! question!

INFP’s are not hung up about grammatical rules being broken. We couldn’t care less about most rules. But starting an answer with “so” is a communication calamity. It projects hubris. It smacks of attitude. It states clearly: I heard your question, now I think I’ll recite some poetry or do something else entirely because you’re invisible to me and I don’t care what your question was.

Here’s a couple of so-in-so’s talking to illustrate my point.

Question: So, want to get something to eat? Answer: So, I might.

Question: So, how about Ruby’s? Answer: So, they have a special on ribs tonight.

Question: So, do you want to do Ruby’s? Answer: So, we could.

Question: So, is that a yes or a no?

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece. William Shakespeare



It’s hard these days for me to think of anything but retirement because it is coming soon. Every move I  make seems to matter in terms of how it will impact my final departure from work.

Work. How I have dreamed of not working for so many years. Not getting up early. Not wearing clothes that look stupid. Being able to say the things I  want to say and do the things I want to do. What pleasure awaits me!

I shall sleep, eat, awaken, and work when I feel like it, soon. Soon, I will determine what the events of my days and nights will be with a feeling of abandon the likes of which I will recall only from much younger days!

Autonomy! Peace! Pot! Time to write whenever I want to! Sleeping in! Such is the life of the late bloomer on a quest for freedom!
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INFP: A Flower in the Shade

I welcome you to read INFP: A Flower in the Shade, Hope for the Healer which has been launched on Kindle and is available for free May 13 through May 17. This work is intended to help the Myers-Briggs INFP personality types by providing practical guidance for them in their careers, romances, and relationships. The exceptional aspects of the INFP personality are celebrated in my book, for the INFP is a master of metaphor, a romantic hero, and a compassionate healer whose ambition for improving the human condition is unparalleled.

I think the INFP’s are like flowers in the shade. They are beautiful creatures, yet they feel unnoticed due to their rare constitution and their reserved nature. They are often sad and lonely. However, the enthusiasm for the ideals they value and their highly prinicpled nature make them worthy of greatness. My book discusses ways for the INFP to address some of the emotional problems unique to his type such as how to deal with feelings of self-doubt and isolation.

The INFP’s are here to mend the wounds of separations and to change the world. INFP: A Flower in the Shade is dedicated to  INFP’s and my hope is that it helps them to know the power of their healing energy.


INFP: The Romantic Hero

I’m almost finished with my next book. I’m not sure which title to use: INFP: The Romantic Hero or INFP: The Romantic Healer.

Here’s what it’s about:

The Romantic Hero is a celebration of the INFP’s richness and intensity. It is about the consequences of his preferences and how he can avoid the emotional turmoil that accompanies living in the shade. It is an exploration of his individualism, his quest for truth and authenticity, his compassion, and his keen conceptual awareness as well as his struggles and his many contradictions. It is a discussion of the reasons for his loneliness and the ways to appreciate his “gifts differing”. Its purpose is to help INFP’s who may be feeling lost and alone to feel liberated and extraordinary. It is written to assist him on his own life journey and especially, to view his attributes as the gifts Myers and Briggs intended the profiles to provide.