December 1, 2020 will be the second anniversary of my retirement. Two years retired – that’s great! They’ve been busier than I expected, but not in the way I expected. Expectations are OVERRATED! Expectations tend to set you up for disappointment. Go with the flow is probably better, except when the flow is headed down the toilet (where we’re all ready to send 2020).
I can’t quote the Grateful Dead, because two years do not (in my mind) qualify as a long trip, but it has been a STRANGE trip. Take a little retirement, throw in illness, death and a pandemic (the pandemic seasoning has made this a recipe – literally – for disaster) and this situation is totally unpalatable. It still beats working. I feel for people who are working right now. A bad day retired during a pandemic is better than a good day working during a pandemic. I’m not sure about fishing because worms gross me out.
I have two tasks remaining on my list of things that I wanted to get done early in my retirement: paint the sunroom and clean the tile grout. I think the clock is running out for getting things done EARLY in retirement. This means that I need to get going on that painting and grout cleaning. That is not nice to me. It’s really not nice to me when the answer to my “What now?” question is paint and clean grout. So I better just smile and paint (I refuse to smile while I clean grout).
What’s next? I’m hoping for a COVID-19 vaccine. Bring on that shot (or two) in the arm. I’ve been spending too much time staring at my shower curtain, and every other inanimate object in my house. I’m ready to reconnect with friends that are not dependent upon an electrical outlet to function. Life is… I can barely wait for the what of tomorrow’s, next week’s and next year’s now. Life is ready to be good again!