2025
As 2024 draws to a close, I have been reflecting on what has happened throughout the year. This is customary for me, although I usually ignore all the parties around the New Year event itself, having long expressed indifference to it. An early night will do me fine. I may stay up to watch the fireworks on the television but I will not be toasting the New Year in and definitely not singing Auld Lang Syne as 2025 starts up.
Why so Scrooge towards New Year? Whereas the north of Christ seems like something worth celebrating, even if we live in largely secular age and his being the son of God seems a bit of a stretch to the agnostic-atheists who live in it. I do go to church occasionally and quite enjoy it but I find it difficult to believe in any sort of afterlife. Apart from anything else it would seem a bit dull being perpetually nice to one another for eternity.
I know that my body is starting to decline now and, although I fight this off as best I can, this progress seems inexorable. Sooner or later the decline will bring about my death. I am more or less reconciled to this although I have always wanted my body to get there before my mind also begins declining. Having seen the effects of dementia on my grandmother and even my father, who had a very sharp mind, I have no desire to go through it myself.
I wake up at six every morning - often woken by the alarm in my phone - and do my exercises in an attempt to strengthen my knees and hold off the effects of ageing. I have done that every day except once since the physio gave me them and my youngest brother tells me in his somewhat bossy way that doing them is 'a good thing'. It is one way to start the day, I suppose, and makes me more flexible than I used to be, It certainly beats getting a new knee fixed.
One of the reasons I feel Scroogish towards New Year is that many of my friendships are fading as I concentrate on family more. Friendship sued to be very important to me and I counted lots of friends, many of whom I have lost touch with in recent years. This does not seem so important, however, as I have little interest in singing along with them. I am happy to see my daughter and son in the period around New Year and wait for my partner to come home.
She is in Ireland on tour now and, although she is looking forward to stopping work so that she can spend every day with her beloved horses, I have little interest in retirement, which I always felt was overrated in any case. I am rather dreading having to give up work because of dementia or disability and want to fend off that date as far as possible. I have no intention of retiring, although I accept that I may be retired as people decide I am too gaga to work anymore.
My grandfather on my father's side - I never knew me maternal one who died before I was born - said that he would be dead within six months of being forced to stop work. That happened more or less as he predicted once he had sold his stationery business and was eased out by the new owners of the business he had built up. Much the same applies to me, I think, and one of my main preoccupations is what to do with my private pension, which I have not touched yet.
Still, I should not complain too much. I have my health - sort of - a fine family and I can still work in what is probably best described as 'semi-retirement' in which I still get paid for work I love and can pick and choose to a certain extent how much I work. In practice, I tend to accept jobs which are offered to me and do about 100 to 120 a year, which is ample for me. As they say, I should count my blessings as the sun sets on another year.
Edwin Lerner
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