I've been retired for almost four months now and have pretty much settled into a daily routine. Mostly that's a good thing because it means I do actually manage to make myself work out each day. But yesterday my routine was changed because I was forced to get out of bed at the ungodly hour of 7:30 am.
The night before, I was engaged in a bit of computer rage. Rather than take a hammer to my laptop (one friend's answer to fixing anything, "If it can't be fixed with a hammer, it can't be fixed at all."), I went on-line and booked an appointment at the Apple store. All they had available was 9am, before the store opened. This meant I had to be up, showered, and down at the store at what I have come to believe is the crack of dawn. It was a nice time to be at the store though, before the throngs of people descended, very quiet. The Apple guy told me "that's because we're all out of iPhones."
I was home by 10:15 and decided to tackle the cleaning of the house. It had been several weeks since I had cleaned, but we're having a dinner party on Sunday, and I can't let actual people see the squalor we have been living in. (Today a friend asked me, "How often DO you clean your house?" I said "Whenever we're having people over.")
After spending four hours (on and off) cleaning, I did also manage that workout and felt VERY good about the day's accomplishments. I rewarded myself by pouring a glass of wine and taking my book out into the garden to read. This is exactly what I pictured for all those years that I would be doing in retirement, but I hardly ever do it! The weather was perfect, everything is blooming right now, and birds were singing and playing together.
After a couple hours, I came back into the house and said "this is what retirement is all about!" What took me so long?