79 and living the dream
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Peparin for a commercial audiion in Nashville. Caring for the last two of my 9 grandsons. Unpacking my new veneers. Picking up new old-guy drugs.
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Happy and you know it
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Wicked ALS
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Just returned from weekend in Minnesota. Visted sister-in-law in Stage 2 of ALS. Please Google it and give it some more thought.
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As the age of 80 approaches, I limp away from bus driving.
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Since 2011, when I thought I would try school bus driving as a part time job, I never had this dy in mind. A few hours a day expanded. The days of the week increased. The wages went up. But the toxic environment stayed. Always short of drivers. Awkward hires with limited people skills. And a school system that could care less what the bus drivers said. Student write-ups that went nowhere. Bullying in it's many forms continued. Some routes with kids who were always unruly and disrespectful. Now I can rest. I tried my best for more than a dozen years.
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Um-Um-Ya-Ya
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As an older Bipolar, I feel obligated to share insights with any and all. We must jump he silence stigma hurdle and talk about the mental health crises in our country.
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Do you think you are Bipolar?
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Are you struggling with today's news? Have you talked to anyone about your thoughts?
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Be careful with silence
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Following years of erratic thoughts and racing thoughts at bedtime, medication and therapy has calmed thing down. My podcast is designed to help those that suffer in silence.
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Do you know your bus driver?
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Most bus drivers are in their 70s. Do you know your bus driver? Why are retirees going back to work?
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Twelve years driving school bus?
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So, trying to com to grips with retiring AGAIN in my life. First it was the Army...then the Postal Service...and now, no more driving a school bus. I was hoping for a carefree summer and then Trump bombs Iran, WTH?
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Jimthebusdriver reading from latest book
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Jimthebusdriver reading from his latest book. "Send my mail to the end of the trail" is a collection of randum thoughts from an Iowa grandfather who has lived 80 years as Bipolar-2.
info_outlineBronchitis has had me town for a few weeks, so my news may be TARDY.
We are within sight of the end of our school year and the Prom is over, the graduation parties are underway and the summer jobs are getting picked up. This is the time of year that has mixed emotions. As a driver I will miss the kids. I will also miss the regular schedule. I am recalling the annual transition where 8th graders now call themselves incoming Freshman. The 'budding' relationships have now moved to hand holding in public. And the new drivers take away most of my passengers. Some trips I have only one or two riders.
Sad as it may be...I am ready to sleep in!