The daily writing prompt asks again for me to – Tell us about a time you felt out of place.

I’ll add one thing below, to the list from last year’s post called “ouT oF placE” that is new to me.

When I get together now with friends, most of whom are still working, I don’t have job stories to share like in the past. It’s not that I totally feel out of place, but the dynamic has changed and I’m adapting. I’ve noticed it at other gatherings how work is a focus.

The funny thing is I’m usually up hours before the working stiffs working on my own pursuits. And I’m inspired to do it. But I don’t call it work.

I’m not that inclined to talk about my artistic efforts so I’m doing a lot more listening now at family and friend gatherings.

I’m not a public artist like the fellow below but like him I’m a bit grey and I love it when my granddaughter wants to draw or paint with me.

I just had a great thought. As they get older I think I’ll get each an easel.