hit you in the ass on the way out. Did I really say that? Shame on me. I must be channeling my Daddy. My first year of retirement has--in major way--demonstrated the concept of paradox of my life. As am introvert, I planned to have a quiet, meditative retirement filled with reading, writing, study, learning, and exploration of new intellectual ideals. What I got was not that. I got lots of joy, exhaustion, grief, love, pounds, and--did I say it already--exhaustion? Although I am an introvert, I am also a grandmother. I never realized how much I would want to care for and influence the lives of the three youngsters my daughter and son-in-law gave me. Each child is a beautifully growing mind and body, and I can't help but want to spend time with them and nurture their growth. That was a great ideal when they were 2,4, and 5. They are now 4, 6, and 7, and I cannot run fast enough to keep up with them! I want to be part of their lives, but to do that I am going to have to become m...