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Short: The First Monday
On the first Monday of retirement, Pat woke at half past five, the same as every Monday of a long career. There was no alarm. Pat had put the alarm clock in the trash on Friday, with a short speech. It made no difference.
By six Pat was dressed. By half past, Pat was backing out of the driveway with a packed lunch, and turning LEFT, the way that car has always turned.
It was a pleasant drive through Alder Springs. The lights were green. At the bakery corner Pat went RIGHT, pulled into the lot and took the usual space, the third one on the LEFT.
It was only at the front door, reaching for a badge that was not there, that Pat remembered.
Gloria was just coming in.
"Forget something?" said Gloria.
"I retired," said Pat. "It slipped my mind."
"There was a party," said Gloria. "You made a speech. There was cake."
"I remember the cake."
"Well, you are here now," said Gloria. "Come in. The coffee is RIGHT where it always was."
So Pat had one cup and the last doughnut LEFT in the box, told three people they were doing it wrong, and was gone again by nine. The packed lunch was eaten at home, with both feet up.
On Tuesday Pat woke at half past five, looked at the ceiling, said "RIGHT," and slept until ten. That LEFT just enough of the morning for a second breakfast.
Happy retirement, Pat. Whatever you are holding now is yours to keep.