Today began my 3rd week of "retirement". I got up, as usual, at 5:30 AM, (or so), and went for that first cup of coffee, again as usual. Surprise! The free for the summer daily paper was in the box by the sidewalk, and Meg had already brought it in. We subscribe to the weekend papers only. Something we started because we both left for work so early, and if we needed to see it the work sites both had a Press on hand. The Press-Sun Bulletin's spies must have learned I'm unemployed this summer. Maybe it's the deal they automatically sent to all the 'week-enders'? Nah! They somehow knew I was free to read their rag! Can you say paranoid?
I didn't get on the computer seeking my fortune. I didn't go outside and start one of the thousand or so jobs that need being done around the house. Hey, I fixed the broken washer hose yesterday, didn't I? This morning I didn't do crap! I did, however, begin to feel guilty for not doing any of those things, and as soon as Ash made her debut for the day, we began to plan our day of playing. Today it'd be bicycling in the county park system. More concisely, the county park which becomes one with the town park in Nimmonsberg. By 11:00 AM we were on our way and had a heck of a ride. The rain held off, and we stayed dry and comfy the entire time, ducking goose poop and avoiding crashing into pedestrians and trees. Just as we were leaving the park, we spotted a very familiar looking shaggy Newfoundland. Closer inspection showed that it was indeed Evelyn Lynch's 'Newfie' Duke, and cross Shepherd Kelly, out for a little exercise. Naturally, if you know Ash, we had to see the doggies and Ash had to run with them. Mrs. L. enjoyed Ash doing that because at 82 years, she does minimal running with doggies. Go figure that!
While eating lunch at Wendy's, the sky dropped its liquid sunshine in huge bucket loads. We decided we were lucky to have eaten 'in', and casually enjoyed our meal until the downpour subsided.
Making up my mind to sit and eat instead of dashing to the car and flying homeward up the highway, was a minor milestone in my new life. At that moment a door opened and I chose 'laid back' over the hustle. That didn't happen when Ash and I went biking last week. That was not the result when Ash, Lindsay (my granddaughter) and I went on a day long photo shoot on Wednesday. It hasn't happened when I took out a book to read on the deck any time during the past two weeks. It was a new and enlightening experience. Maybe I am going to be able to enjoy some retirement after all. There is light at the end of the frantic paced tunnel I've lived in for the past 30 years, and that light has a name. Well, if not a name, at least a description. That would be that I may have come closer to figuring out that I can actually slow down a little, and that the world will not end if I don't have to be somewhere doing some specific thing, at the very next possible moment. It's called slowing the pace a tad, and maybe I'll soon be able to wrap my feeble mind around the concept.
Once I've worked through that period, I may be able to relax a little and make some firmer plans for the future. Oh sure, I know generally what I'm going to do with my time and efforts in a work related field. Internet sales has long held an interest for me, and I'm heading there in due time. I'll be a-pyratin' on the olde web in awhile. First, I have to learn to live at a more relaxed pace and become more centered on what's important at this juncture. With today's exciting revelation, I just may be on my way there. Wish me smooth sailin'.
Meanwhile, stay tuned for the more or less likely possibility of publication of another log entry on my uneven and unsteady voyage from working class dog to esteemed CEO of my own piece of paradise. Arrrrrrrrrrrrrr................................
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