Just when you thought the rotund lady had gargled in the bathroom....

Shut the blog (by inaction)?

Don't shut the blog.

Shut the blog?

Don't shut the blog.

And if not, why not?

Life has reached the point where, mostly, I don't want to talk about it. We're in that steady spiral where in 30 years or less we'll almost certainly be dead, and if it's possible to know, then we'll have all the answers to the questions about life, the universe and eternity. Perhaps. :-p

But seriously, it's an odd end of life to be at. My mother's dead, my father died more than 30 years ago, we have grandkid(s) and our son is a world traveller, doing his own thing. The church didn't go how we expected it to and in so many ways it seems that what's left is essentially self-entertainment, which is pleasant enough in some ways but not more than marginally fulfilling. I've become an ordinary person again. 

It makes one want to ask a little "did I have a purpose or was it all imaginary?" and honestly, I'm not sure. 

And now, am I surrounded by the rewards from a life well lived - the guitars, cameras, computers, a comfy and attractive home here and another in a different country, warm clothes and good food - or have I just become another consumer, acquiring as and when I can. Perhaps the answer is both. There are no questionmarks here because these aren't questions.

This makes me realise how important it is to have a purpose after retirement (coming in less than 2 years, I hope). As it is, right now I'm trying to pass on as much as I can to those around me. I should shortly have a new scientist working for me, and I'm expecting as far as possible, to train a repalcement who can take over when I'm gone. Wherever possible knowledge and experience has been freely given to any who will accept it. The one place I'm hesitant is the church, because experiences have not been so good, and each generation there seems to need to discover things for themselves. 

And so we wait. 

When do we stop?