I went to a wedding reception yesterday. It was the first dress-up event I’ve been to since I retired. It called for pantyhose and a bra and real shoes and fitted slacks instead of the stretchy kind. It was a beautiful occasion and I was so happy for the bride. But by the time it was over, I was ready to go home, put on a silky loose robe and plop down in front of the computer.
Brenda says, only half-jokingly, that I’ve deteriorated since I no longer work and I suppose she’s right. I rarely wear the items listed above, heck, I rarely wear shoes at all.
I know some people who don’t adapt well to retirement. They’ve worked their entire lives and find themselves at a loss about what to do with so much time on their hands. Not me though. I took to not working like a duck to water. Retirement equals freedom.
I have developed some odd habits. For instance, I sometimes stay up much later than I ever used to and I sleep later, too. Other times, I wake up at 2 a.m. and get up to plink around on the computer. When I get sleepy at 6 or 7, I lie down on the sofa for a couple of hours. I take a nap almost every afternoon, not a long one .... 45 minutes or so. My pets know and anticipate this. If I run later than usual, they look at me expectantly. When I finally say, “OK, nap time,” they all head for the living room to find our spots. We are not happy if someone stops by or calls during out nap time.
I eat when and what I please — a bagel for lunch, two chocolate ice cream cones for dinner. (I always divide the ice cream into two cones because I like the cones as well as the ice cream.)