Life in the Slow Lane


I have had what I consider an exciting and enjoyable life, at least for me. I have enjoyed all of the jobs I have had and have been grateful for all but one of them. I enjoyed the money from BYU, but I did not really enjoy the job. I never got to see the students, only their work. I loved teaching, river running, grocery stores, lawn care, and other jobs that I have had during my life.
Jim and Joy Stubbs 
We have always had adequate income for our needs and most of our wants. I fear that I did not spend enough time with my family. I have always worked since I was in about second grade. I am retired and do not have any job, and the only good thing is that I am with Joy now.
I get up in the morning and often have trouble getting my body to work. I sometimes think that this is most likely my last day, and I will not wake up in the morning, but then here I am again. Because of the pandemic, I can no longer go swimming each morning. Swimming seemed to get my body moving and my joints feeling better. I can’t really complain too much to the Lord because of all the blessings I have received throughout my life.
I am not really able to do the jobs that I used to do. My thought process is no longer what it used to be. It does seem that I am just waiting on the end of the book. Joy takes good care of me now. She is a little controlling, which is probably what I need at this point in life. My life is still very good but it does not seem to be as useful as it used to be, at least not to me. This is beginning to look like a complaint writing, but I am still happy for this time in life. I just need to adjust to it.
This week is going to be better; Mark is staying with us for a couple of weeks or so, and then Nate and Kat are coming from Florida to spend the rest of June with us. I am enjoying having family being close by. Carl is coming over today, and we will have hamburgers and fries. So, there are enjoyable things happening in our lives.

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