It’s official: I’m retired.
I started the new year not having to worry about getting up
on-time. Not having to drive for over an hour to my place of work. Not having
to worry about what sort of problems and issues need to be solved and addressed
before lunch. It’s nice. Especially since we’ve seen some of the worst driving
conditions - snow and ice in several years. Had I still been working I would
have telecommuted from home.
Now I have a whole new set of things to worry about: should
I get dressed or is it a PJ worthy day? When should I take the dog for a walk? And
is there time for a nap in my busy day? Decisions, decisions…
There is a long list of tasks on my To-Do List. Most are
things that have been put off for later because of the chunk of time the
commute to and from work took out of the day. It’s been a little over a year
since we moved into this brand-new house. There is a lot of stuff in the garage
that hasn’t moved since the weekend we moved in. P has grand ideas about
putting a car in there. Everyone has to have goals, right? We put in a fence to
keep the dog from falling into the river and then had a small patio and path to
the gate. The house is built on old pasture land so enough green stuff grows that I have to mow it, but
we still need to do landscaping and put in a real yard. We have to wait a couple
months to start on that.
In the meantime, I’m enjoying not getting up before the
crack of dawn every day. Every so often it hits me that I don’t have to worry
about work anymore. Ahhhh…
Just for those two things, what’s not to like about
retirement?