How Did I Get Here?
I’m pretty sure Dr. Who had no part in it, but 75 years have definitely gone by.
An Introduction In a Nutshell
Since graduation in 1960 I’ve been happy, sad, disappointed, furious, afraid, content and restless; occasionally all in the same day.
My three children are functioning adults. Four grandchildren continue to grope their way through individual educational minefields and one great grandson has been adopted by a super family.
In the years since graduation I climbed the tallest mountain in S.E.Asia, scuba dove off the coast of Malaysia, canoed rivers in the Philippines, played golf in Bali, explored the gardens of Monet, sailed down the Nile and laughed hysterically while watching my daughter feed a baboon jelly beans in Kenya, among other things.
I swam naked with my husband, whenever the opportunity presented its self, and endured various indiscretions before we decided we might love each other more if we weren’t married. Twenty-three years of marriage was a roller-coaster ride that had its moments to treasure and moments to forget; if not forgive.
I survived a mastectomy and subsequent chemo and radiation treatments with the steadfast support of my family.
It took twenty years to earn a geography degree, then a masters, and in 2007 an Education Specialist degree. Now I can’t get a job because I’m perceived as too old? So, of course I have student loans and no way to repay them. Odd isn’t it?
I taught at a British boarding school in Singapore and at an international school in Jakarta, Indonesia. Worked as an instructional designer in the states, Kyrgyzstan, Turkey and the UNDP. I loved it, but the not so long ago economic fiasco nudged me out of work.
Finding myself at loose ends, my daugher, graddaughter and I migrated to Englewood, Florida to take care of my 97 year old mom. Four generations of Gilmore women under the same roof occasionally prompted thoughts of matricide and wondering if it was a punishable offense in Florida.
Mom died in 2010, there was a huge garage sale, we packed up those items we felt we could use back in Indiana and her house was turned over to the bank to do with as they wish; which wasn’t anything for seven years. It was finally purchased for $20,000 and torn down. Worth more as a vacant lot. The upside is that I’m finally not receiving Englewood water bills addressed to her anymore.
I’m trying to make a go of it with my jewelry and stained glass and will have a business on Etsy soon(er or later). I’ve given up on trying to get a job. I was tired of arguing with idiot VPs anyway. Why is it there’s never enough money to do something right the first time, but always enough to do it over again?
That’s it in a nut shell. The following stories are meant to expand on the details for my great, great grand kids. Should any of them be curious about me, or should anyone else want to come along for the ride.