It will be five years since I retired. I love the calm and peaceful way of life. No rushing to go anywhere. Do what you feel like. Don’t do it if you don’t want to.
It all changed two weeks ago.
In an odd twist of bizarre scheduling and Mother Nature’s reluctance to release spring from bondage, I ended up with a locked down, air tight schedule fit for a 20 something track star practicing for the Olympics.
I thought that were a thing of the past. Racing around from one place to another. Wondering what I forgot to do. Wondering if I’m having a good time. (I am having a good time, aren’t I?)
(Queue in the white rabbit in Alice in Wonderland – I’m late, I’m late, for a very important date.)
It’s not good. A few annual appointments collided with taking and giving a class. The weather broke and the pond HAD to be cleaned before the promiscuous sea life deposited eggs and babies all over the algae and remnants of dead plants.
The last time I cleaned the pond was late summer in 2014. There were blooming flowers and lots of water babies to work around and it took so much longer. I vowed never to do that again. (My motto is no tadpole left behind!)
What to do. I should have moved the damn medical appointments but I didn’t. The physical labor of pool work canceled out any need for the gym. That’s the best I could do.
When I worked I could do it all and laugh about it. Now I do it all and go to bed early. Really early.
The pond is clean (there was at least 10 gallons of fish poop muck!) so the amorous frolicking can go on without fear of any eggs getting displaced or babies squished. Half of the appointments are done and most of the “taken” classes.
If I can hump out another week, it will be back to “retirement time.” It’s a lot like “island time” when you have happy hour on the patio and a peaceful night at home with nowhere to be.
Oh retirement I miss you!
Note on retirement: After five years I am still amazed that I don’t have enough time for everything I want to do. I will never be bored!