Monthly Archives: March 2015

How Do You Spell Retirement?


I’m not sure, but . . . .

I would say that today is the first day of the rest of my life, but alas I am behind in that the first day of my retirement began on February 28th. What an odd thing to say, at least for me. I had actually hoped to be able to truly retire when I turned 75, and in retrospect had actually wanted to do so at 65.

I am in a unique position. I cannot actually afford to retire, but due to the generosity of my daughter and son-in-law, they have afforded me what I could not afford to do. I have a ‘very’ nice roof over my head and no pressure to ever having to return to work for my livelihood.

Like many seniors who are 72 years of age, I do receive a monthly SS check, but at the present time I could easily be placed in the poverty income level.  Not complaining though: I’ll manage, although my free-wheeling spending days are behind me.

So what does one do when they retire? For me it will not sink in for at least a month or so because just getting everything put away and in its proper place will take time.   Since my daughter works full time it is only right that I do the domestic thing and help out with the lions’ share of getting this household ship-shape.

Ah, but when the bulk of the domestic chores are done I am off to see what retirement is about. As you can see, I am off to a soft beginning by just blogging about it. I had actually thought to do a daily diary but alas that too went by the wayside, at least for the first 6 days of my retirement. You will forgive me then if I do my daily diary retroactive, won’t you?

February 28th: Moving Day – it took us all day long, beginning at 6:30 in the morning and finishing up right at 12 hours later as I believe we finally sat down for our first breather and sigh of relief around 7pm. This was however just the start. I was amazed though that my son-in-law, in short order, had some of the media up and running. Of course I told myself, because one thing for sure, no grass will grow under his feet. He is a get-it-done now no nonsense type of guy. I just wish he would take time every now and then to smell the roses . . . LOL

March 1st: The Day-After Moving Day – I really don’t remember what we did. Good grief is it already happening. I’ve only been retired 2 days . . . really LOL

March 2nd: I missed not going to church yesterday, but do believe we are forgiven since most of us couldn’t even find our clothes – which were packed in a dozen or more boxes, which brings me to what we did on Monday, the 3rd day of my retirement: unpacked box after box and began finding out that most of the cabinets in this brand-spanking new house are more shallow than our previous home. I am having to be creative as to where everything will go. Ha: it will be a hunt ‘n seek for the others since ‘they’ don’t know where I put the stuff!

Christmas 2014 - yup, that's me, Santa Nana Claus with Jack, one of my canine charges.

Christmas 2014 – yup, that’s me, Santa Nana Claus with Jack, one of my canine charges.

March 3rd: I am now the official dog sitter. Yup, my bedroom has become the temporary prison for our four pups, who can be very loud at many times, but in order to contain their anxious selves someone has to be with them. I have discovered a good way to keep their barking and howling at bay is to read to them. I am not sure if they are enjoying my reading, which by the way is a little highbrow for them since I am reading from Masterpieces of Western Art, or if I am merely putting them to sleep with my droning on about how art began in the 13th century and how it has progressed over the centuries since then.

It works though since as soon as I begin reading they nod off and from the looks on their faces slumber must be a welcome break from the anxiety they are feeling from this big change and move.

March 4th: I forgot to mention we had company on the 2nd and 3rd day in our new digs. My son-in-law’s oldest daughter (my step granddaughter), her husband and the first grandbaby, sweet little Maximus (he is called Max for short) came for a visit before heading to Florida. It was nice to see them; especially that blue-eyed angel. It’s been a while since I have been around babies and I was actually a little nervous. Surprisingly, Max was not frightened by our hoard of barkers although I do believe all of the dogs were at first anxious to be around him, but then their curiosity got the better of them and they were enthralled with the little fellow, especially the Basset-Dachshund mix, Mylee, who couldn’t help but bark as she watched Max hop up and down in his toddler jumper-chair. It was rather comical at that.

We continued un-packing boxes. When will it ever end?

March 4th: We can see a little light at the end of the tunnel as my daughter has brought over all the boxes from the storage unit we rented to hold housewares, etc. as we prepared for the big move. Did I mention we moved from the big A: metro Atlanta, to the little K, Kathleen in the peach state of Georgia? Okay, so it’s about a 2+ hour drive difference, but a difference it is!

Employment has a funny way of relocating people, so the home my daughter and son-in-law have known all their lives (they are in their early 40’s) is now part of their past. I am well-traveled though and have actually lived near this area eons ago, but I must admit I was somewhat excited about being in an area that I hope has a little slower pace of life than the big city I had lived in and near for quite some time.

March 5th: Yes, I’m still unpacking boxes and still being creative on where to put things. My daughter was able to get out and do a little grocery shopping today. She sent me pictures of the Kroger in our area, and WOW it is something. I can hardly wait to go and meander through the store and see what goodies I can find. I am a foodie after all and even though I am unable to eat what I would like to eat I can still cook with the best of them so the epicurean in me is excited to learn about places to find great victuals.

Did I forget to mention we ventured into downtown Perry today and found a blast to the past retro-eatery called “The Coffee Cup of Perry.” The old-fashion drugstore type establishment had a soda-jerk-like fountain but this unique bistro offered breakfast all day (a welcome change from Waffle House and I-Hop for sure) plus a place to sit and have a cup of java, wine or cold smoothie during the hot humid days just around the corner. I foresee us eating there at least a couple of times a month.

Until tomorrow my e-friends. Hopefully my repartee will be more interesting from here on out.