Keeping retirement weird.
My grandson setting the holiday table.
It is Saturday morning.
Slowly the family leaves.
Back to Brooklyn.
Our little Logan Square house has been bulging with family for the last week.
Ulysses is no more used to the sound of a five and ten-year old that I am. Showers and toilet-use must be carefully coordinated. The choreography of family members preparing meals would put Jerome Robbins to shame.
I have loved every minute of it.
Except for when the dozens of Post-it notes that have been turned into sketch books with pages scattered around the house inevitably find their way to the bottoms of my stocking feet.
Of course, the grandkids opened presents on Wednesday. We had extended family over yesterday for more, filling the house with even more endless screeches and laughter.
Anne is already asking, “When are we seeing you again?”
Retirement means our schedule is flexible. Their’s? Not so much.
Last night the news came that the Illinois General Assembly’s efforts to turn seniors into paupers is headed for court.
The Illinois Retired Teachers Association’s lawyers have filed suit in the Cook County Circuit Court claiming that the law is an unapologetic violation of the Illinois constitution’s protection clause.
The clause states “membership in any pension or retirement system of the State, any unit of local government or school district, or any agency or instrumentality thereof, shall be an enforceable contractual relationship, the benefits of which shall not be diminished or impaired.”
Does this language seem ambiguous to you?
As unambiguous as the words, “It’s time for bed,” delivered to a five year old.
The Chicago Sun-Times reports that Governor Quinn, Comptroller Judy Baar Topinka and the Board of Trustees of the Teachers’ Retirement System of the State of Illinois, are all named as defendants.
Our house will be much more quiet late this afternoon after I return shuttling the last of the family to O’Hare.
Ulysses will climb back into his designated chair.
We will choose from among the left-overs to reheat for dinner.
Maybe we will catch a movie.
More lawsuits are coming over the next few weeks.
I have no intention of sitting around waiting for some judges, who were exempted from the law, to decide how the rest of my life will be spent – or how often I can afford to see my grandchildren.
Specific legislators voted for this bill. A governor signed it. They are all up for re-election.
The kids have left.
The smile is off my face.