...why am I having trouble getting it into my head?
The Upper West Side at High Noon
This is not a complaint -- at all -- about retiring. I just don't believe I'm really retired. Somewhere at my core, I just think this is a long, long weekend, and in a few days I'll be back at work. Last week was spent being sick, recovering and watching television. Yesterday I got up, got dressed and took a somewhat similar trip to my work commutes -- though I went to Brooklyn, not Queens -- for sweet Marissa's funeral. There were a number of work friends there, but they got back in the car and went back to work. As I walked to the subway I realized that I am not going back to work. I am bound in friendship to many people, but I am no longer bound by hours in the office. It was a tremendous awakening.
It's time...to do the projects I have been saving for "when I retire." It's time to set up a better home working space and it's time to find an exercise program. I bought containers to organize the cabinet under my bathroom sink and I am just about done with it. I now know I have three containers of Q-tips, just about enough for a lifetime and a lot of washcloths, that don't belong under the sink. It feels great to organize one area and the next on my list is travel toiletries. I think here, too, I've saved much too much and it will be great to discard all the expired samples and be ready to pack for my trip to DisneyWorld next month. There will be no last minute scrambling to make sure I have toothpaste and hand cream ready to go.
These are a few of my summer projects. Do you have anything set aside a summer project?
Tonight I have our buildings annual meeting and I grocery shopped -- so like going at noon! -- this afternoon. I'm off for a manicure now and then I'll be back to finish my organizing project.
Wishes for a cool, cool Tuesday!