The severe but pretty Joshua Tree National Park

Isn’t it dramatic here?  I kept my car in sight all the time, even as I tried to clamber over a few rocks.   Just had the feeling that my hold on survival was pretty tenuous, even though there were people all around.


Bye to Steve

This is a sad day, especially for us Boomers.  Steve Jobs, the man who influenced so much of our waking hours, can’t be gone.  Too young!  He’s OUR AGE!

Do you remember the first computers?  I’d HEARD of them, sure, but computers to me were like the slide rules the engineering students wore in their dorky pockets at Purdue, while I was at party school Indiana U.  Like electric trains or the game Pong, I thought it was just a pastime for losers who knew math but needed something to do while others were out on dates.

Then, suddenly, everybody knew a LOT about how to use a computer, even the old people.   What happened?  I went from satisfied, old-fashioned girl to somebody standing on the wrong side of the door, looking in.  I especially felt that way when I walked into my first Mac store–felt like “A Space Odyssey” in there!

It took me until about 2008, but I finally bought a Mac and could pretty much Understand how to work it, to do the basics, anyway.  Then, I got an I phone, and I’m still impressed at all it can do.  I felt cool, especially when people raised their eyebrows approvingly when I mentioned my Apple products.

Reading of Steve’s accomplishments today, I could hardly believe so much had happened in my lifetime

I feel today like I did when I heard John Lennon had died.  Like part of my youth is gone.  Because it is.


Did you see the news today that single boomer women are up a creek when it comes to retiring? Only 10% of women in my age group have pensions, and most don’t have enough to retire.

So much for being a new, independent woman and HAVING IT ALL. We tried to be adventurous and not count on a man, and now we find we’re screwed–and not in a good, “free love” way.


I haven’t written in my blog since I created it, a few months ago.

It’s a blog from a Boomer point of view, because I’m one of the older Baby Boomers.  Maybe you other Boomers will get an idea of what’s ahead for you.

Retirement is pretty damn great!

But I must write a little about Congressman A. Weiner.  Why does he think women he writes to would like to see him in his underwear, in a public dressing room mirror, or naked?

I’ve never Twittered, but I have no desire to see any man’s “Area” on a screen, especially the tiny ones we have on Smart phones.   All the women I’ve asked have agreed with me:  we’ve never asked a guy to send us a nude photo of himself.  Why bother?  It’s bad enough these women had to pretend interest in his penis, and make small talk about it.  Who needs pictures, too?

The nuns in 8th grade told us girls that the boys were little animals, and we shouldn’t expect them to control themselves–we must do the controlling for both of us.  This Tweeter proves the nuns were right about something, anyway!

What a lovely spring day it’s been.  Cool, and partly sunny, so it’s not too hot to make dinner for my family.

The great thing about being retired is this:  Sunday night and I don’t have to worry about getting up early tomorrow, and what I’ll do when I do get up. 

As Henry Ford said, (I paraphrase)  Wealth is not money, wealth is the power of choosing your options for yourself.   It’s the ability to use your time however YOU want to.

That’s why being retired is like being rich without the money, as I say.  For the first time in your life, you can decide what you want to do and when.  And act accordingly!

So that’s what I’ll be writing about–how I spend my time now that I have pretty much of it.

Hello world!

Welcome to cherylboomerblog.com!

I’m one of the first Baby Boomers.  I’ve always been on the frontier of the newest thing, although I usually wasn’t cool enough to lead the trends.  After looking on for a while, I joined most of the new things as they passed.

Now I’ve retired from 40 years of teaching pubic school, and it’s fun to see what’s been going on in the world in the daytime, while I was busy inside a classroom.  I like to comment on life from my Boomer perspective, and I’m not averse to an occasional scold.