You would think that after working for 38 years (actually longer) that when you retire, you would have all this time on your hands. I still can't seem to get everything done that I want to get done. After all, you have an additional 8 to 10 extra hours in the day (12-14 when I was driving in fowl weather).
I've figured out that all that time that you expected to have, is used up by your body moving a whole lot slower due to your age. Your body has other ideas of what it thinks it should be able to do or not do. I broke down and hired someone to help me with getting the siding done. I wanted it done before the snow flies. I got the garage cleared so that I can actually get my car into it. But, there are still a million projects that need to get done. But once the snow starts flying, I'm going into hybernation mode. I'm not a huge fan of winter. It's pretty and all that, but my body doesn't like all the weather changes. As you age, when you get cold, it takes a lot longer to warm up. I now understand my mom complaints about aches and pains when the weather changed.
My apologies to those that follow me on Facebook. I've been trying to
stay off the computer as my eyes were paying the price of being online
so much. 8-10 hours each day of looking at computer screens takes a
toll on your eyesight. Now with cell phones, we are online even more. I
did break down and got a decent cell phone finally. However, I don't
answer it unless it's from someone on my call list. So if you want to
get hold of me, it's still best to call the house phone (the number is
in the book, Yes, rural communities still use a phone book and we still
have landlines since coverage is sketchy out here) and leave a message
if I don't answer. I'm outside a lot.
I'm spending a lot more time in my craft room lately. I never seem to have enough space, so I find myself re-organizing things again and again. I'm spreading into my husband's office since he hasn't used it for years. I do have to clear it out first. The man never throws anything away. I'm trying to be respectful of things he wants to keep, but there's a limit to "I might need that some day". If some day hasn't arrived by now, it's probably not coming.
I've been going to 'card parties' which have been kind of fun and allows me to socialize with folks that I wouldn't usually get to meet. I don't know a lot of folks in my neighborhood as I was always working and we didn't have kids in school. Most everybody in a small town knows everybody because their kids all go to school together, but if you don't have kids, you don't have that connection. We are trying to do things in our little community so folks are starting to see us as neighbors at least. It's nice when people can recall your name when you walk in. At least they remember your face if they don't recall your name. The locals know us as the place with the really big dogs. That work for me just fine.
Morgan (our rescue briard) is doing great. She is turning into a great dog. She is a bit skittish when people come out to the house and wants to go hide, but she is enjoying the big yard and is better at learning her boundaries. She has put on weight and I'm going to have to watch her more closely to figure out exactly how much she is eating, because I don't want her getting too heavy. She likes to throw her weight around and she isn't too careful about your toes. When she barks, her whole body bounces. She is definitely bonding with us and can be a handful when she decides she wants to play. Her favorite thing is barking at the deer that come through the yard and eat the apples off the apple trees. We are careful not to let her out when they are in the yard. I'm not sure her boundary training can hold up to a good chase. She is finally coming when called. That was something I'm not used to. All my other dogs just hung around me all the time, so I never had to call them to come. She is an explorer, so she can disappear in a hurry. I have to keep an eye on her at all times.
I'm learning to relax more. I must be getting the hang of this retirement thing. I asked Phil to change the batteries on the bedroom clock and three weeks later, he still hasn't done it. But I don't seem to mind that it hasn't gotten done. So, it's always 9:15 AM. I'm having difficulty remembering what day it is, so who cares what time it is. The only thing that we keep track of, is can we make it to the cafe before they stop serving breakfast?
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