Make your plan and work your plan

by surrender884

Last year was the pits. Losing my mother and mother-in-law in less than thirty days. Then in December the looming date for retirement in thirty days, approaching fast.

Well, it all worked out. Made the decision not to find employment again. For crying out loud, I needed a rest. Isn’t that what retirement is for? Wasn’t sure how long my wife would take to adjust to me being home everyday. Not like I planned on sitting out till death came knocking.

When there is no job to go to, people would say, ” Your going to go bat shit crazy” with nothing to occupy 24 hours a day. Huh, I found more to do then there was hours in a day.  Floors that needed attention, yard work that had been put off till hell froze over. It was January, so there was limited work that could be accomplished.

In the mean time my wife had purchased items desperately needed for around the house. My last payroll check was adequate to get us through till Social Security and my pension came on a steady schedule. It took a period of three months be steady.

I started thinking what else would I want to do, other then a to do list. I had heard people recently speak of a bucket list. What to see and do before you die kind of list. Number one was to follow through on my dream to visit Ireland once. I tell you, it is hard to know your of Irish descent, belong to an Irish-Catholic fraternal organization without dreaming of the land where a distant ancestor had come from. My wife isn’t to thrilled about it with a new granddaughter coming into the world this year.

My cousin down in Georgia, who I made contact with two years ago had shown interest in going to Ireland. I did ancestry searches for years and stopped when I got to a dead end. My cousin and I exchanged what we knew from what our parents had shared. Still nothing developed in further searches.

So my goal is to visit Ireland before 2017 comes to an end. Sure having a new granddaughter will fill up my time, as did the other two grandchildren. Nothing will keep me from reaching my destination.

So, cousin when you read this, get your ducks in a row and pack your bags. You can finish the ancestry search while I am out finding my roots.

Slainte, yall.