I’ve been retired for a week and a half now. What’s it been like? It’s played out in two different scenarios so far: before our kitchen and bathroom remodel started, and after. The work started last Wednesday, one week after the day I got let go.
For that first week, it was just strange, bumping
around at home, alone, without any particular thing to anchor me. Because I’m
such a creature of habit and routine, I realized that I’d have to create some
new ones; I just don’t know yet what they should be.
For example, weekday routine used to be easy… wake up at
7:00, listen to the radio to get news and weather until 7:30, get up and
shower, pour my iced tea, get my peanut butter crackers, and log onto my work
website. Then work until 11:30 (unless some dipshit schedules another lunchtime
meeting because they’re on Central time), eat lunch, read the newspaper, do
my crossword puzzles, and go back to work for the rest of the day.
Upon retirement, I can get up when I like (but have still
been close to my usual time, between 7 and 8). But then, do I shower right
away? Should I have my tea and crackers first over the newspaper? If I do the
crosswords then, what will I do at lunch? (I’ve been doing crossword puzzles at
lunch every day since 2005.)
I’ve given myself at least one job to do each day, so I’d
have at least some sense of purpose and usefulness. In fact, when Sweetpea left
a note asking me to go get her some gas in the gas can, I was like, “A quest! The Fair Maiden needs my help! I shall go forth and return with a tankard of liquid
fire!”
So I’ve had some things to do, I just haven’t worked out the order in which I should do them. I guess the shower time can float; if my Job of the Day involves yard work, it’s better to shower later. But I think it’s best if I start the day clean, lest I start to forget about it and degenerate into an unshaven, slovenly mess.
It’s also been very nice to reacquaint myself with the
3:00 nap! That’s always when the head bobs and mental fuzziness would kick in
when I was working, so I’d have to fight off the temptation to sneak one in.
And with Sweetpea coming home each day between 4:00 and 4:30, I’m guaranteed not
to oversleep.
Once the work started on the renovation, it’s been a
different kind of strange. I have to ensure I’m up and ready by the time the
workers arrive, usually between 8:00 and 8:30. Then the rest of my day is
mostly answering their occasional questions and staying out of their way. It’s
always stressful when they want a decision on something, and I can’t collaborate
with Sweetpea. As a schoolteacher, she never even looks at her phone at work, other than occasionally at lunch, so I know she’s out of reach. So I’ve had to make some
decisions on the fly and then hope I guessed right.
The biggest problem is that with the sink and counters
gone, there’s nowhere to prepare food or clean up afterward, other than the
bathroom sink, which is woefully inadequate. So we’ve been relying on takeout,
grilling, and microwaveable dishes. Eventually, they put the counters in, but
without the countertop, which is a separate operation. So the space is blocked
in, but still of no practical use.
As long as my brother remains retired, I hope we can
start meeting up regularly for lunch. It’s good to be able to pick his brain
about financial matters. He’s the CPA and MBA. I’m the one with the Bachelor of
Arts in Communications.
My old friend “Sitcom”
Kelly asked if I was interested in seeing the Orioles/Pirates game here in
town next week, and I’m like, “Hell yeah!
Got nothing but time on my hands!” Of course, it’s an evening game so I
could have gone anyway. And I may still go to the Thursday game, which is at
1:30. I always like to go to one day game a year, or as I call them, “Ferris
Bueller” games. Last time I went to one, I even caught a foul ball. Danke Shoen!
So I have to wait until all the work on the house is done and things settle down before I can feel like a retiree. Oh, and
speaking of, if you’re 50+, have you joined AARP? They’ve been chasing me for almost
14 years now, and I’ve never joined. I’m just not sure I see the benefit. Yes,
they offer discounts, but many places also offer senior discounts. And they lobby
for seniors, but I’ll reap the benefit of that whether I join or not. So for
$50 a year, I’ve been putting it off. How about you?
I also won’t be able to rest easy until my severance is
in the bank and I have new medical coverage. Sweetpea should be able to put me
on her plan, which is through Kaiser Permanente. It’s a good plan, but it means that I’ll have to give up all my
current doctors, because they’re a self-contained unit with their own staff and
facilities. That means a new PCP, cardiologist, and eye doctor for me. And lots
of introductory appointments where they want tests I’ve already done and draw
conclusions I already know. And don’t even get me started on Medicare, which I’ll
have to engage next year around this time. Why does everything have to be so
complicated?
But that’s life, I suppose. No one promised us an easy
path. Life is more like a zig-a-zag.*
*That’s a reference to an old story my mom tells about my
dad’s Italian grandfather, who was a tiny little man and already ancient back
when I was a child. He was telling Mom about how he can’t go out anymore
because all the ladies are after him.
Mom: How do you get away from them, Grandpa?
Grandpa: I run away.
Mom: But you can’t run very fast.
Grandpa: I zig-a-zag.
