I decided to give you today’s glimmer first. I wrote the poem below in the wee hours of the morning…the dreaded 3 am wake up call…so I’m saving it as an afterthought today.
I am so grateful to have a job. But I’m growing tired of the long Monday through Friday grind. It’s clear, though I had dreamed of it, there will be no retirement for me. Rising costs and increasingly limited resources necessitate working as long as they’ll have me. The song is true…the rich get richer and the poor…well you know.
Of course I do acknowledge that I am rich in so many ways, as evidenced by the unlimited glimmers surrounding me, just waiting to be noticed. But reality costs money and work is the necessary evil that provides. I also realize how fortunate I am to be able to work…to keep pace with a time clock. Like the old saying, “I can rest when I’m dead” implies…the road is long…and I’ve got myself a bit longer to go…
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
in limbo
stuck,
silenced by fear.
death
would have been kinder
memories of banishment keep me
in line
conditional freedom knows
no bounds, surrender,
recompense
for speaking the truth
~kat
(a pi-archimedes poem / 3.1415926535 - syllable count per line).
like mercury colliding... 
September 26th, 2025 at 9:59 am
There can be no better manager or co-worker than Gabby!
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September 26th, 2025 at 1:24 pm
So true…she’s a great little companion all around! ✨💚✨
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September 26th, 2025 at 12:41 pm
I took my bank retirement package at 50, and unofficially retired in 2007, though state pension age for me was 66 (2022), so our income was limited. We will both be 70 on our next birthdays and currently doing OK. The government seem to be planning on changing all that which has knocked my hubby sideways. I have data to read to see how that will affect us, and from what I have read previously, all our efforts for preparing for a comfortable retirement have been a farce as everything we have worked for is likely to be used against us.
My glimmers today are hubby and Maya, the friends I’ve met and chatted to today, and the cheesecake slices I treated us to for dessert.
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September 26th, 2025 at 1:20 pm
It’s sad isn’t it. We work our entire lives hoping for a break after a job well done. I too will be 70 my next birthday. Small world! ☺️
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September 26th, 2025 at 1:34 pm
1956 was a good year for champagne apparently! Good health my friend!
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September 26th, 2025 at 7:27 pm
Champagne and corvettes! Haha! You as well! Be healthy and safe. ☺️
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September 27th, 2025 at 1:46 pm
❤❤❤❤❤
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