Q1
Well, folks, today marks the beginning of my second quarter year of retirement. It's hard to believe, but true nevertheless. So, here's a Q1 activity report of sorts.
First and foremost, the three months have flown by on gossamer wings. Tempus fugit! Were did it go? I have been busy every moment of every day. My only regrets are the many, many things that I've wanted to do in retirement that I haven't. The Harvard Classics are still on the bookshelf, untouched. I've yet to put oil paint to a single canvas. I've not taken enough "thinking" time in the woods. Indeed, I have more projects on the drawing board now than I did on June 27.
I have taken some time to deal with long-term things. The big, flatlands house is on the market and we have bought a small townhouse in its place. We have started selling off household items that will not fit into the space. Things financial have been restructured for retirement. I have a meeting with my legal beaver next week to update my will accordingly. And, of course, we have a new cat.
I have divorced myself from my former professional life completely. I wasn't certain that I would be able to do that but, thankfully, I've let it go. Days at a time go by without even thinking of it. I don't wonder how things are going and, quite frankly, could care less. I do miss the people I worked with, many for 24 years. To that end, I attended the company picnic this past Saturday and saw of few of them but was disappointed that more were not there.
And, what's the greatest pleasure of retirement? The afternoon nap. Hands down
I've discovered that I'm not really a morning person. I'm much more nocturnal than I would ever have imagined. Accordingly, you will sometimes see blogs written in the wee hours of the morning. Were I a hermit, my day would probably start at 9:00 am or later. And, at night I would go until I'm ready for bed, sometime between 12:00 midnight and 3:00 am. I do seem to need an average of 9 hours of sleep each day.
And, of course, I read the obituaries each and every morning, just to make certain that I'm not in them. One can never be too careful!
First and foremost, the three months have flown by on gossamer wings. Tempus fugit! Were did it go? I have been busy every moment of every day. My only regrets are the many, many things that I've wanted to do in retirement that I haven't. The Harvard Classics are still on the bookshelf, untouched. I've yet to put oil paint to a single canvas. I've not taken enough "thinking" time in the woods. Indeed, I have more projects on the drawing board now than I did on June 27.
I have taken some time to deal with long-term things. The big, flatlands house is on the market and we have bought a small townhouse in its place. We have started selling off household items that will not fit into the space. Things financial have been restructured for retirement. I have a meeting with my legal beaver next week to update my will accordingly. And, of course, we have a new cat.
I have divorced myself from my former professional life completely. I wasn't certain that I would be able to do that but, thankfully, I've let it go. Days at a time go by without even thinking of it. I don't wonder how things are going and, quite frankly, could care less. I do miss the people I worked with, many for 24 years. To that end, I attended the company picnic this past Saturday and saw of few of them but was disappointed that more were not there.
And, what's the greatest pleasure of retirement? The afternoon nap. Hands down
I've discovered that I'm not really a morning person. I'm much more nocturnal than I would ever have imagined. Accordingly, you will sometimes see blogs written in the wee hours of the morning. Were I a hermit, my day would probably start at 9:00 am or later. And, at night I would go until I'm ready for bed, sometime between 12:00 midnight and 3:00 am. I do seem to need an average of 9 hours of sleep each day.
And, of course, I read the obituaries each and every morning, just to make certain that I'm not in them. One can never be too careful!
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