It turns out you can take Grandma out of the office, but you can't actually get her to stay out. After two years of retirement (which included a lot more meetings and conference calls than shopping and shuffleboard anyway), my mom is going back to the salt mine. Next month she starts a one-year position, doing what she did before but at a different institution.
I don't know what took her so long. I was surprised when she retired the first time, because she absolutely thrives on 18-hour days and 3-foot stacks of briefing materials. When she told me earlier this week that this gig was probably happening, she gave me some BS about "making a difference" and "worrying about the economy." Finally I got her to confess that she's bored.
I hope she finishes the mommy job I delegated to her a few months ago ... printing and album-izing six years' worth of photos of my kids. Yes, I handed her a stack of CDs and told her to go to town. Wasn't that enough for her to do? Along with gallivanting all over the world? Apparently not!
I really like working (if not necessarily my particular job, at the moment) but I can't imagine doing it voluntarily at age 67. I only wish I had half the passion that she does.