I turn 69.
I have nothing planned to mark the day.
When I retired five years ago
people asked me, “How will you fill your days
when you have nothing else planned?”
A problem solved.
Fighting pension theft.
I walk the dog.
All that keeps me busy enough.
“But Trump’s a distraction,” people tell me.
I have nothing else planned.
Except to walk the dog.
The truth is I had nothing else planned when I was 18
Or when I was 24.
Something always managed to turn up.
A picket line.
Some required planning.
Often shit just happens.
Some things are distractions.
some things become sparks that start a fire
when nothing else was planned.
Before I retired we had a dog walker.
That is my job now.
I plan for it every morning at around 10:30.
Next year I will turn 70.
And so far I have nothing else planned.