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Back to School

September is still my New Year’s.  The streets are bustling with a back-to-school vibe.  I was almost late to a doctor’s appointment last week because I had to get by Boston University students clogging the streets with their moving back activities.  But I love seeing the excited and somewhat lost looks on the freshmen (who by the way, get younger every year).

And I too go back to school.  I’m lucky to live in a city with many opportunities for retired folks to learn.  In downtown Boston, for example, Suffolk University welcomes older auditors to their classrooms.  Peter once talked himself into a wonderful seminar at Boston University—I’m sure the students related to him like a grandfather.  The opportunities are there—one must only ask.

This year I am auditing a class on “Loss,” not just loss of a loved one, but loss in general.  It’s only met once so far, but the teacher seems great, and I think it’s worth leaving the house way before my usual morning departures twice a week.  I will try to do the reading, but if I don’t, that’s OK too.

At my age, it’s easy to focus with regret on the things I can no longer do.  I find it helpful to focus on the things I can.


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Amen Sister! Regrets only make you sink into an abyss of “what if I had done this differently “ try to live each day with a smile in your heart for all that you have and all those memories of yesterday. I am not a “Pollyanna “ person I am grateful to be in my 80’s and healthy enough to enjoy getting up and LIVING each day

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