One of the things I find myself doing on a regular basis is question my sanity. Good news is that it doesn’t answer me and well, being the intelligent being that I am, I take it as a sign that I’m still in charge of my facilities, in spite of the fact that my sanity has decided to keep quiet on the subject.
At times I have to remind myself that it is 2020, not 2000 and thus I should remember to stop volunteering for stuff I just do not have time for. Living the retired life is a lot of fun, but, being over 70, soon to be 80, a grandfather and great-grandfather, oh, and by the way, did I say retired, doesn’t mean I have to utter “yes” to every little task I am asked to do.
We are in the middle of the time that our snowbird friends are here in the south as opposed to being in what we “southerners” like to refer to as the frozen north. What that means is more events occur. Events like social hour every Wednesday; pot-luck suppers the fourth Thursday of every month, coffee and donuts on Saturdays, yard sales, craft fairs, dances, line-dance lessons, talent show, and other events too numerous to mention. Did I mention that I frequently have doubts about my sanity? The community where we live has 297 homes, meaning that there are 296 other individuals out there capable of hosting some of the many events put on over the six months snowbirds are here.
With so many events occurring within such a short time (five to six months), it isn’t a huge surprise that at times I forget something. What is it I forget? I am not 50, 60, or even 70 anymore. And being of sound mind and body I prefer not to blame early onset Alzheimer’s primarily because if I do, the dementia fairy will find me.
In conclusion, when you reach our age, what we need to do is laugh more and harder. And if anyone thinks I’m crazy, well, I’d rather be crazy happy than any other kind of crazy. As I write this (on a Friday afternoon) tomorrow is Coffee and Donut Saturday (every Saturday from 8-10 am), and then it will be shopping if for no other reason than to be sure to get our “Daily Steps” in before days end. Dolly does her best to walk 3000 steps a day and my goal is 4000 steps a day (with the intent to work up to 6000 steps a day). Somehow, we manage to reach that goal on Wednesdays, Fridays (line dance days), and sometimes Saturdays – depending on how much we shop. But the other days of the week become a challenge at best.
Life as a retiree can be boring if one lets it, but boring is not for us. Looking at our Planner there is something usually going on – things like Doctor appointments, line dancing, Mexican Train, social hour on Wednesdays, Pot-luck suppers every fourth Thursday, once a month impromptu dance, upcoming variety show, upcoming entertainment show(s), soup suppers, bingo, bazaar, corn hole, the afore-mentioned Coffee & Donuts, and so forth and so on. Don’t get me wrong, we love our activities and without some of them we would never get our daily step count in.
But I would be lying if I would not admit to the fact that with all these activities, we do look forward to an occasional break. There are days when sitting across from each other at the breakfast table looking down at our daily planner which is spread open to the current month we are in and if one listens close enough, you might just hear one of us (usually me) say to the other: “Can you believe it, today is a “FREE” day. Which means we have nothing whatsoever planned. No alarm, no doctor’s appointment, no meeting, no shopping, no event, nada, zilch, nothing! I can hear myself now looking across the table at her and reciting that famous saying by George Peppard (who played Colonel John “Hannibal” Smith in the TV show “The A-Team”) “Don’t You Just Love It When a Plan Comes Together!”
You know that old saying that “Getting old beats the alternative,” well, having a full or even semi-full calendar along with a day or two with no commitments whatsoever during retirement beats being “bored out of your mind!”
So, what are you going to do with your next free day?