June 2019: Home on the Wisconsin range

Construction progresses on our new home. Top picture shows the rear view of the home and the middle picture is the large space for three windows looking east into the soy bean field behind our house.

Continued progress. We have a roof, windows, electricity and gas.

Meanwhile, I sleep better at night, in retirement. I have progressed so much that I no longer catch myself thinking about my next course, my syllabi, or my lesson plans for the coming term. Moodle looks foreign to me. The emails that come from work -- emeritus faculty remain their email account and that means I remain on the university faculty mailing lists -- quickly find their way yo the re-cycle bin. I don't read Inside Higher Ed any more. I still receive job postings from AACSB (the business school accreditor) and for a moment I ask myself what it might be like to work in Colorado Springs or Sonoma (California), but that too quickly passes.

My fifty-year high school class reunion will be later this month. Attending it will be bittersweet. There will be about the same number from the class attending as have died in the fifty years since we walked across the stage in June 1969, with aspirations and promises in our heads.

For now, my primary discipline -- and joy -- remains my near-daily walks, usually right around three miles, usually around the Towson University campus across the boulevard from where we now live. I have always found college campuses to be aesthetically appealing and usually quite tranquil -- especially during the summer -- and even the oppressive heat and humidity hasn't stopped me from walking more than two or three days since spring semester ended. Skullcrusher headphones, a good cap, and sun screen....