The system wants me to be poor and short-lived
Day Two of the retirement prep course is over. I’m prepared, in the sense that I now accept, with a sensibility that is Zen, my fate. I will never be as rich or healthy as I could/should be.
It turns out that there is a system in place, and I will simply be taking my place on a predestined line of “those who will some day die”. At every step, the various levels of government will be in control of my finances, and not one penny of taxes will be lost. Not under the bed. Not in a crack in the sidewalk.
We had sessions on health insurance (mandatory). Sessions on taxation (mandatory). Sessions on our succession. I will continue to be a very small cog on a very large wheel. I might be allowed to cultivate a garden and amuse myself musically.
That’s that. On to the next work week. This afternoon, the Rouge et Or won a tenth consecutive Dunsmore Cup. Next week, the Uteck versus Acadia. The following week? If the trend continues, another chance to win the Vanier. The players graduate and move along. The program continues. Methinks that Laval has this football thing figured out.
Watched part of a documentary about squirrels. They’re everywhere! The only other animal that as successful is the raccoon. Both have interesting tails. Is there a pattern here?
We went to lunch with a neighbour, who has raised her family in parallel with ours. Same ages. Same babysitters. Same level of angst over the success of the kids.
