Yes, it's true. Sigh!
For the first time in a very, very long time, Bear isn't working. Bear is unemployed.
Of course, I'm retired, and drawing several pensions. I'm not facing the hard times most people face when their work ends. But that's not the point.
I've been writing (with some friends) a regular column for a Canadian newspaper for about ten years. I was told last week, just before I submitted my latest piece, that the paper is making changes, and there is no space for us because of the changes. So our contract is ended, at least for the time being, after my last column. Sic transit gloria mundi.
There really was a shock to the whole thing. One day I had a job; later in the day, I didn't.
I can begin to feel what others have felt with such news.
Ironically, I was the one who ended up comforting our editor. She genuinely felt badly about letting us go. She hated the idea of talking to us about the situation. I said I would break the news to my colleagues, and we might come back to her with something. She called me "kind" for doing that. But that's just Bear being Bear. You know that.
Just because I'm retired, there's no reason why I have to give up everything in the wording world; the working world.
I suppose I could go on looking for work. The little bit of income (pocket change, really) was useful. It would mean more research, queries to editors, etc.
Or I could be content just to do my volunteer work with several different ethics committees (about one meeting a month, on average). And, of course, keeping up with my blogs. There will be two of those starting sometime in July.
Honestly, I've done enough of working. I have other goals to accomplish with my beloved J. That's what I really want to do. Other things come after that.
Lawrence Peter Berra put it succinctly: "It ain't over 'til it's over."
Guess what, Yogi. It's over!
Also brought to you by the letter U:
And in the New Phonetic alphabet: U for me.