This is not what I had anticipated for my years of retirement. I had seen a late to bed, late to rise rhythm with long stretches of books and a glass of wine, bubble-enriched reading in the tub, elegant snacks, nutritious dinners, leisurely and popcorn-enabled viewing of old British mysteries on DVD, walks to pristine natural locales where I could soak up (city) nature, all to be balanced by refined mall-trawling.
I never thought of retirement until it was thrust upon me by a bout of kidney cancer and Social Security disabilty. However, it has not been dull, between my political career, now ended, my civic, charitable and church projects. With the aid of oxygen I get a good 6-8 hours of sleep. I don't get to read as much as I like, but it am still learning the Kindle way.
ReplyDeleteIt never goes as we envision. But I must take you to task for your oxymoron: "refined mall-trawling."
ReplyDeleteI'll never get to retire, but I only work 18 hours a week, I'm not an ambitious cook or housekeeper or anything else, and even then I find the hours in a day too short. The weeks fly by. The months disappear. The years have become entirely invisible. What is happening?
ReplyDeleteI feel your pain!!!!
ReplyDeletesounds very much like my days off. def. 6 hr. mornings.
ReplyDeleteit does go by way too fast! LOVE that photo :)
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