It’s been a quiet week between Christmas and New Year’s.  Reading, baking, walking, seeing a few friends, writing things-to-do-lists for some future date, since I’m way too lazy this week to do more than think about accomplishing anything.   We completed my husband’s social security application on-line two days ago (since it seems that his job of 35 years is about to end)  and yesterday we went to the Social Security Administration office to turn in a form they wanted to copy.  As we were leaving the office we reminisced. We met at age 19 and now we’re collecting, or in his case about to collect, social security. We could never have imagined this scenario when we first spoke in a philosophy class as juniors in college.  Back then we weren’t thinking about anything but getting a BA degree, then maybe a job.   Beyond that the future didn’t exist for us.