Thursday, September 7, 2023

A Poem for the Occasion

 

A friend of my wife’s is having a retirement luncheon tomorrow, so I looked for a poem about retirement. Apparently, not a popular theme. So I wrote one myself. First draft:

 

To re-tire is to put new tires on an old vehicle to go new places. 

So where would you like to go?

 

Perhaps a community choir rehearsal?

 

Pickleball, anyone? 

 

Shall we meet for a beer at Sam’s Place— in Casablanca?

 

Or maybe just leave the car in the garage and sit in the garden.

 

Listen to the hum of the hummingbird

                              the buzz of the bee

                                          the whistle of the warbler.

 

When you used to teach that first period class, you can now open a book.

              Work on that Sudoko puzzle. 

                        Plant some dahlia seeds.

 

Or not. Your choice. 

 

Consider: The day is wholly yours to do what you wish.

      As is the week. 

                The month.            

                        Indeed, the whole year.

                                 Well, heck the rest of your life!

 

A thought at once liberating and terrifying. 

 

But hey, you’re retired. 

You don’t even have to think about it if you don’t want to.

For once in what feels like forever, you can 

                                       Just     Be. 

You've Got Mail!

• Roku: TV Shopping? Look no further

• Empire Today: New Floors for Doug Goodkin

• Inspiring quotes: How we can decrease our suffering

• Sounds True: Time to tune in to our deepest humanity.

• Daily Kos: Alabama court set quick deadline to change congressional districts

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Have you noticed how junk e-mail has increased? If there are 12 e-mails in my in-box, these above (received yesterday) account for 10 of them. Buy a new Roku (as I did) and suddenly you’re on some list. The new deal is that by buying something, you’re agreeing without agreeing that you’ll receive related e-mails. (Though this doesn’t explain the New Floors or Car Shield and certainly doesn’t explain the Hemmorrhoids!) 

 

Watch this! Buy that! Donate here! Sign the petition there! Get your inspirational quote for the day! Get your depressing news for the day! And then the mail that comes through the door slot yet more of the same. How many trees die each year for the junk mail everyone immediately throws away? 

 

Remember when the sound of mail coming through the door slot gave you a little rush of excitement and sometimes, there was an actual letter for you? Or invitation of something worthy— to teach a workshop or consider this concert or a check for books sold. I still get that little thrill when I see 42 items in my e-mail and then the disappointment when 40 of them are crap. Why should I be surprised?

 

What’s in your inbox today?

Tuesday, September 5, 2023

Hail the Bass Player!

 A man in a West African village checked into the hospital with a bad case of malaria.

There was a celebration in the village and the sound of the drums was everywhere. In a delirious fever, the man pleaded with the doctor to stop them from playing the drums.


“Oh, no,” said the doctor. “You don’t want them to stop. It’s very bad when the drums stop.”

 

The next day the drums were even louder and the man even more distraught, but the doctor assured him that he did not want the drums to stop. 

 

By the third day, the man was yet worse and when the doctor came in, the drums suddenly stopped. A look of terror was on the doctor’s face and the man asked, “What’s going to happen? Why do you look so terrified? What happens when the drums stop?”

 

The doctor replied, trembling with fear: “Bass solo.”

 

(This joke told to me by a bass player, so it has passed the “appropriate” test.)

 

With a concert coming up and the bass player in my band traveling around the world, I’m in search of a bass player. One hasn’t called me back, another was busy and I’m getting a bit worried about finding someone fit for the job who’s available. For though I’ve played a lot of solo piano and learned to make my own walking bass, the bass player is truly essential to the jazz group. 

 

I suspect like many listeners, I’m often not wholly conscious about what they’re playing, but when they’re absent, I feel it. We tend to focus on the person in the spotlight— the sax soloist is like the quarterback on the football team, the bass player like one of the mostly invisible lineman making it possible for him or her to do their job. The bass player is like the Mom taking the kids to their dentist appointment while the sax player Dad takes them to Disneyland. Often unsung, unnoticed and unappreciated, but oh, so essential to making the whole show work. 


The trade-off for being somewhat in the background on stage is that there’s always work. Piano players, horn players, drummers, are a dime a dozen, but a bass player is gold and in high demand. And starting with Charles Mingus (and before) and on through Ray Brown, Scott La Faro, Ron Carter, Gary Peacock, Christian McBride and many, many others, there are plenty of opportunities to come to the center with a bass solo — and despite the joke above, often to great acclaim. 

 

So hail to bass players! And wish me luck in finding one!

 

Monday, September 4, 2023

The Art of Retirement

In 2016, after 42 years of teaching art at The San Francisco School, my wife Karen retired. And never looked back. If asked to sub for art or come to the School Walkathon or peek in at the Halloween celebration, her immediate response was always, “No, thank you.” Even though my daughter and I were still teaching there and other teachers she enjoyed as well, she was clearly 100% into her new life as “professional retired person.”

 

Well, she’s never called herself that, but I believe she could write a book called The Art of Retirement. Except she’s too busy to do it. So I’ll write this short piece instead, in admiration of her life choices and accenting three qualities that could apply to all retired people.

 

1. Routine

2. Self care/ other care

3. Community

 

ROUTINE: Let’s start with routine. Rhythm is as essential to life well-lived as it is to music well-played and without the outer schedule of work, we humans tend to create our own routines and schedules. With the extra retired perk of changing them or ignoring them if we choose. 

 

Daily Routine: Karen often begins the day with a morning jog, followed by coffee and breakfast. While I’m in the front of the house, she’s back at the kitchen table doing maintenance e-mails or phone calls while listening to various podcasts. Often, there’s a mid-morning video Zumba or Pilates exercise class. Then either a morning or afternoon of other scheduled activities (as described next) with the hope of getting back home by 5:00 for her ritual tea and some reading. Dinner that either she cooks or cleans up from and then nightly serial TV, always while knitting. 

 

Weekly Routine: As described below, Karen likes to do things with small groups of friends/acquaintances. Hardly a day goes by without a meet-up.

 

Sunday: Bike ride with a bike group of 4-6 people that have been biking together for over 30 years. Each week a different route, ending with brunch at a cafĂ©.

 

Though taking a break now, Sunday afternoons she met with a postcard-writing group, sending messages to our various elected representatives.

 

Monday: Day off for individual activities— gardening, painting or drawing, errands.

 

Tuesday:  Rehearsal singing with a community choir. 

 

Wednesday: Volunteer work at a food bank.

 

Thursday: Out walking somewhere in the Bay Area with a small hiking group of friends.

 

Friday: Live morning exercise class with a friend in the park nearby. 

 

Saturday: Meet up with the San Francisco sketchers group. 

 

Annual Routines

Besides the big holidays we all share, Fall usually includes a visit to the grandkids in Portland and December a family get-away in Palm Springs. The last few winters have included a Yosemite trip with our daughter Talia. Almost every late Spring since retirement, Karen has gone on organized group bike trips with friends to Munich, the Danube, Sweden, Italy, the Netherlands. Summers have often included one or two week art classes in Southern France, Portugal, Morocco, Maine, the California Sierras, as well as the annual retreat to the summer house on Lake Michigan. 

 

2. SELF CARE/ OTHER CARE: In all of the above, note the balance between continuing to pursue what she’s always enjoyed (hiking, biking, knitting, drawing/painting, gardening), re-connecting with things she used to do (singing in a choir) and doing her part to pay back to the community and be a responsible citizen (postcard writing, food bank). Alongside with maintaining bodily health through diverse exercise routines and keeping the mind active and informed through listening to podcasts and reading. 

 

3. COMMUNITY: In contrast to so many of my pursuits— writing, practicing piano, walking or biking alone in the park— just about everything Karen does is in a group, most with people she already knows. The bike group, the hiking group, the postcard writing group, the sketchers group and even a recently formed knitting group. Alongside established groups like the choir and the food bank. The work at school provided a ready-made community, but after retirement, it took a conscious effort to keep connected to people, not just to meet for lunch and talk, but to actively do things and create new memories together. 

 

And so the art of retirement. Karen’s approach is interesting only in the way it taps into the things that could refresh all people’s retired lives, regardless of what their particular interests are. Again, establishing routines that give a healthy rhythm to the day, week and year, gives each time of day or day of the week or month in the year something to look forward to, a special character that makes Tuesday different from Friday and September different from February. Balancing pursuing the things you love with some act of payback to the greater community— Karen’s food bank, my playing piano at senior centers, etc. And finally, gathering friends or making new friends through doing things together.

 

For those of you still in the 9 to 5 work force, tuck this away for future reference. For fellow retirees, note how the check list matches with your own life. 

 

Happy retirement to all!

Sunday, September 3, 2023

Rumi's Sunday Sermon

What hurts you, blesses you.

Darkness is your candle.

Your boundaries are your quest.

 

Discuss. 

  

Saturday, September 2, 2023

Buddha's Call to Action

I’ve told this story many times here. 

 

                                Buddha was asked by a seeker:

                                “Are you a God?”

                                Buddha replied, “No.”

                                “Are you a saint?”

                                 “No.”

                                “Are you a holy man?”

                                “No.”

                                “What are you then?”

                                “I am awake.”

 

 And so the Buddhist is not asked to have faith or blind belief or obedience to dogma, but instead, to cut through the clouds of ignorance and awaken to one’s true nature. A true nature that recognizes the illusion of a separate self and the presence of shared consciousness with all sentient beings. So over 2500 years ago, Buddha recognized the importance of awakening and gave us tools to stop sleepwalking through this life, stop clinging to illusion and attaching to the transient. 

 

Fast forward a few millennia and here we are, the willing victims of purposefully manufactured sleepwalking attached and addicted to the transient sensation of our machines, stupefied by entertainment, clinging to conspiracy theories and fake news and walking like hypnotized lemmings to the cliff’s edge. The only antidote to the whole catastrophe? Waking up. (Not ‘woke,’ that simplistic and divisive noun, but the actual hard work of the verb of awakening.)

 

Having finished a book I’ve referred to many times here lately, The Myth of Normal, I share below Gabor MatĂ©’s ending words. Having spent 497 pages illuminating the details of how deeply we’re immersed in a toxic culture, he feels obliged to offer some action plan to get out of the muck and mire. 

 

“It all starts with waking up; waking up to what is real and authentic in and around us and what isn’t; waking up to who we are and who we’re not; waking up to what our bodies are expressing and what our minds are suppressing; waking up to our wounds and our gifts;; waking up to what we have believed and what we actually value; waking up to what we will no longer tolerate and what we can now accept; waking up to the myths that bind us and the interconnections that define us; waking up to the past as it has been, the present as it is, and the future as it may yet be; waking up, most especially, to the gap between what our essence calls for and what ‘normal’ has demanded of us.”

 

The alarm clock is ringing, my friends. Time to wake up. 

 

 

Friday, September 1, 2023

September in the Rain

    “30 days hath September, April, June and the speed offender.”

                           — Burma Shave Highway marker

 

Another turn of the calendar page and it’s September. Five family birthdays. A wedding, a workshop, some visits with old friends. With 18 years as a student and 45 as a teacher, my real New Year, worthy of renewed vows and fresh starts and the perpetual hope that this year will bend just a little bit closer to justice and happiness. 

 

I awoke to the new month with a surprising sound— rain on the windowpane. Rain that is not due in San Francisco until November, but hey, the weather gods don’t care any more— it’s chaos out there! Well, the plants are happy to get a bit of refreshment and rain is always welcome in California. For me, also a good excuse to remember the old jazz standard September in the Rainby Harry Warren and then September Song  by Kurt Weil and of course, the old 60’s tune See You in September. (For 50 points, who sang that? When I looked it up, I realized I never heard of the group! Check it out.) I’m going to play my usual Friday piano at The Jewish Home for the Aged today— I feel a medley coming on!

 

Being a modern researcher, I looked up September songs online and in addition to the ones above, some others:

 

• Maybe September:sung by Tony Bennett (May he RIP)

• September: Earth, Wind and Fire

• Wake Me Up When September Ends:  Green Day

• September When It Comes: Johnny Cash

• September Morn: Neil Diamond

 

And yet more. Perhaps up there with June as the month most sung about. (Now there’s a tempting project, but I have other things to do today.)

 

So hail to September! May the children and teachers be happy in school, the birthday parties be fun, the fires be quenched, the criminals who defiled our democracy be held accountable, the writer’s strike end and Stephen Colbert return to the airwaves. And if more September rain comes, why, it’s welcome.