by Courtney Pierce
I don’t think we Baby Boomers ever really retire. The word
is unthinkable and should be banished from the English language. It insinuates
that we’re replaceable―washed-up―and are willing to be pushed aside. To better
characterize our true nature, why not use descriptors like reach, realize, and reap?
I can’t speak for all of us, but as I sunset a two-decade-and-change
corporate career, I feel as though I’m just getting started. My husband and I
are less than five years away from that magical time to call our own shots,
answer to no one, and eat breakfast for dinner. We can’t wait.
Our idea of retirement isn’t strolling on a golf course or
gossiping over five o’clock highballs at a
clubhouse. Instead, we’ve
chosen to make a rural sanctuary for ourselves among the mountains and lakes. It
will be our home base for backpacking, fishing, camping . . . and yes . . .
hunting. To weather the winter, we’ll need meat in the freezer and jarred
vegetables from our garden. We’ll remain fit and active, with an array of wild
animals (including black bears) to provide new inspiration to write. Our
private acre on the lake in Montana is now a reality, if only for vacations
until we retire in earnest.
Before the sun rises we’ll launch the canoe, two thermoses
of strong Joe set in the bow. “Let’s go
catch breakfast,” I’ll say.
“Trout, bass, or pike?” he’ll whisper, to not scare the fish.
“Rainbows. Pan-fried with your special seasoning.”
“Done. Get in.”
And since we’re still newlyweds, I’ll give him my most mischievous
grin. “But I think I’ve already caught my fish.”
He’ll throw me a wink. “Can’t throw me back, especially before a nap.”
And then we’ll shove off, the bow like a feather cutting a delicate tear on the water's skin. To tease us, the
only sounds in those early morning hours will be random splashes of fish breaking the surface.
In some ways we’ll work harder in retirement than in our
current day jobs. Personal productivity will be on the line, along with our sense
of self-worth and the compulsion to make a difference in the lives of others. We
certainly don’t need to buy any more stuff. Geez! We have two lifetimes worth
of stuff.
But with all that dreaming comes an important responsibility
that scares the heck out of me. Our health . . . so strong, yet so fragile.
Not that I’m a Negative Nancy or anything, but stuff does happen. One of the realities of retirement is that our bodies aren’t
as resilient as they used to be, nor are our steps as assured, quick, or squarely
placed as they once were. Knees click and crack until they're warmed up. A twisted ankle might be a Simple Twist of Fate, rendering us unable to go on (I'm certain Bob Dylan had a different meaning in mind for that title),
While we eat healthy
and maintain our weight, what if one of us has chest pain or breaks a hip
on the hiking trail? It could happen. A health crisis could seriously undermine our plans. The
nearest hospital will be 20-minutes away, and on the trails we’d require a Life
Flight to get help. I do think some of us become more risk
adverse as we age, while others throw caution to the wind. We fit into the latter. I'd rather us get hurt doing what we love. Why the heck not? What do we have to lose?
Coming into the home stretch is both thrilling and scary. We
can’t turn back time to fix all our stupid mistakes, but we can certainly start
over with a fresh perspective. We've got one last shot to make our dreams of youth a
reality, right? In the meantime, we’ll slip some old vinyl on the turntable to
reset our mood.
Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young anyone?
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| Photo: Loma Smith |
Courtney Pierce is a fiction writer living
in Milwaukie, Oregon, with her new family. She writes for baby boomers. By day,
Courtney is an executive in the entertainment industry and uses her time in a
theater seat to create stories that are filled with heart, humor and mystery.
She has studied craft and storytelling at the Attic Institute and has completed
the Hawthorne Fellows Program for writing and publishing. Active in the writing
community, she is a board member of the Northwest Independent Writers
Association and on the Advisory Council of the Independent Resource
Center. She is a member of Willamette Writers Pacific Northwest Writers
Association, and She Writes. The Executrix received the Library
Journal Self-E recommendation seal.
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The Dushane Sisters are back in Indigo
Lake. More laughs, more tears...and more
trouble. Protecting Mom's reputation might get the sisters killed―or give
one of them the story she's been dying to live.
New York Times best-selling author Karen Karbo says,
"Courtney Pierce spins a madcap tale of family grudges, sisterly love,
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Colorful characters come alive in
Courtney's trilogy about the Dushane sisters. Beginning with The
Executrix, three middle-age sisters find a manuscript for a
murder mystery in their mother's safe after her death. Mom’s book gives
them a whole new view of their mother and their future. Is it fiction . . . or
truth?
Get out the popcorn as the Dushane Sisters
Trilogy comes to a scrumptious conclusion with Indigo Legacy.
Due out in summer, 2018.
Protecting Mom's reputation might get the sisters killed―or give
one of them the story she's been dying to live.
