Much has changed as I’ve gone quietly kicking and
screaming into my sixties and retirement. It’s a good thing I like learning,
because there’s a definite learning curve to the whole situation.
First thing you need to figure out, said my friend Cindy, is
to say No. If the request is for something you don’t want to do, just don’t do
it. So far, I haven’t had to say No because I haven’t wanted to. (Except for
when another friend, Debby, suggested skydiving. I have a vein of cowardice
that runs full width and very deep.)
Second thing on the list of learning is to make a
list. If you live in the country, as I do, and don’t intend to move inside city
limits, as I don’t, you need to make a list of Things To Do before you go to
town. Filling the car with gas takes too much of a retirement check to even
think of driving 26 miles round trip for only one thing. Usually, when I get
home, I will give my husband all the details of where I’ve been and what I’ve
done. The other day, I just said, “I stopped at eight places!” and started to
tell him what they were. Duane said that was good, but he didn’t particularly
care to hear about all eight of them. I don’t know what his problem was.
Third, in addition to making a list, make sure you keep a
calendar. (While you’re at it, remember where the calendar is.) I keep one in
my purse and one on the laundry room wall. What is unfortunate is that
sometimes the information on both calendars doesn’t jive and I end up needing
to be two places at once. I managed this just fine when the kids were growing
up, but I’m not so good at it anymore.
Fourth, establish a routine. I only say this because I’m
almost certain it’s a really good idea. But I haven’t done it yet because not
having a routine is really fun.
Fifth, be careful what you commit to. I told Duane that when
I was retired, I would devote 15 minutes a day to housework. This is not a
joke; it is an illustration of just how much I don’t like “domestic
engineering.” At the risk of sounding like I’m bragging, I will say I have
stuck to that. Some days, like the ones when I clean out a junk drawer, I’ve
nearly doubled the 15 minutes. Other days, I kind of stretch out how long it
takes to make the bed because I really don’t want to do anything else that has
to do with…you know…housework. When I get the aforementioned routine
established, I’m going to cut back to 10 minutes.
Sixth, when you wake up and it’s snowing, it’s perfectly all
right to roll over and go back to sleep. Or get up and drink coffee and not
feel guilty. Either one works. You can also do this when it’s not
snowing.
Seventh, cooking is fun when you’re retired. So is looking up
recipes and deciding maybe you’ll try them later. Or not.
Eighth, it’s amazing how much stuff you can consign to
Goodwill or Salvation army in 15 minutes. And if you get the bag into the car
to deliver before someone else gets home, he’ll never miss it. You can put it
at the end of your list of errands you ran while you were saving gas, and he
will have stopped listening before you get to, “I gave away the jeans you
haven’t worn since 1977,” anyway.
Ninth, if your mind wanders and you can’t remember what you
were going to say next, it’s okay to just…uh…
Till next time.
Life is new and wonderful for Liz Flaherty
these days. She retired from the post office in 2011, promptly gained 15
pounds—she swears it was overnight—and promised her grandkids, The Magnificent Seven,
that she would make each of them a bed-size quilt. She also planned to write all
day, every day.
What
was she thinking?
Her fifth book is ONE MORE SUMMER, by Carina Press,
available both digitally (everywhere) and in print from the Harlequin website.
A SOFT PLACE TO FALL (Harbourlight Books) and JAR OF DREAMS (Carina 1/13) are
next.
