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dear patricia >That was you that had the informative letter on depression. >I was going through the list mail and thought it looked >interesting and it was. thanks for those kind words, syber-sis! >...I'm somewhat pre-disposed to feeling low, after talking with >my brother about he and I and the relatives... i'm starting to lean to the view that our whole society has been brain-washed-stained into negative thinking on a broad scale which i think is interesting since in general negative emotions anger fear sadness grief frustration failure haven't been publicly acceptable/acknowledged/validated in the same way as positive emotions happiness joy love excitement celebration success >Since I've retired, a weight has been lifted.... >working with Special needs high school students... you've spent all that energy giving to others [yothers!] and now it's your turn? maybe feeling guilty? huh? my father did the 'normal' thing at the time and worked for one company most of his life got the watch and all and then a classic situation - became ill and died a few years after retirement it's difficult not to get caught in the trap of 'my work is my identity' 'my work is my worth' i'm also leaning to the view that 'retirement' is silly IF [the big 'if'!] you can find work you love why not keep doin it till you can't do it no more? [n.b. this viewpoint comes from someone who is now semi-officially unemployed - no flames please!] IF we as growing developing human beings don't get stuck we might find a series of careers to indulge ourselves in >Hope springs eternal! exactly!! it is never too late to become what we might have been - george eliot >How is Stubby? >Any more dreams when looking out the window? is that my cue for another 'stubby tail/tale'? your 'brave bruce' might learn something from this one! ---------------------------------------------------------- stubby and the two bears ---------------------------------------------------------- during stubby's crazy kitten period my visiting sixteen year old niece came down with the flu although stubs was nursing niecie jillian as well as he could auntie janet thought her christmas teddy bear might be welcomed too in my best compassionate and sensitive bed-side manner i dug mama bear out of the linen closet took her to the bedroom door and tossed her to jillian calling out "catch!" poor lil stubs had a panic attack witnessing this flying horror and wouldn't go near mama for weeks even though she sat quietly on my bed [having been promoted from the linen closet as part of a double blind study in cat behaviour] the following christmas mama bear adopted a baby bear who was incorporated into the behavioural study ensconced in mama bear's lap as stubby matured he overcame his bear-anoia i often came home to find baby bear on his head on the bed and mama bear on the floor in a corner of the room so we all know who's the boss now don't we? ---------------------------------------------------------- in re meds and mirapex i might tackle the hormone problem first maybe after i find a job!! your syber sis in silliness janet [log in to unmask]