Welcome to retirement and the conundrum of what to do next and or what to eat next. With more time on my hands and more options I am more stuck than ever. I seem to have a good wake up routine and a good morning breakfast (juicing) thing but now it’s lunch time. It’s also Farmers Market Day. But it was raining and I didn’t want to go in the rain. And now it’s noon and I don’t feel like fighting the lunch crowd. Which made me think of lunch. And I sure don’t want to go over to the Farmer’s Market when I’m hungry so I should make something here. I have tons of healthy food but what should I eat? Make a salad? Pickled beets and eggs? Put the pickled beets and eggs ON a salad? And then there’s the chores around the house. I have yet to go through my closet. Why? I need a day. I don’t have a whole day yet. Every day has something planned. I don’t want to start it because it’ll be such a mess and I won’t know what to do with the piles of clothes. I have to do that on a day when I can take them straight to my car (no easy feat going across the roads to the garage..#cityliving) and then take them to where? Goodwill? Salvation Army? Those two are the closest although most people prefer St. Vincent DePaul. And then there’s just general picking up shit around this apartment and moving it to another corner. Is it time to put mother’s cards away? Maybe I should put some of the jar candles that I’m not using in a drawer to clear the clutter. Now that I’ve renewed my lease for another year maybe I’ll put some more pictures on the walls. I also want to move my bed over, just a few inches but it’s not easy to move. Do I wait for the kids or just use my feet and push it over and quit being a whiny baby? I have a stack of magazines. Do I save them for my next vision board or do I pitch them or do I find someplace to donate them. OR am I saving them because there is some great recipe in there? Maybe I need to look through them again. While scrolling through Instagram I saw an ad for Macadamia Pineapple cake on Harry & David – so I looked up a recipe to make my own. That would be a nice thing to make for my mother. I wrote the ingredients down. I could walk over to the Farmer’s Market and go to the little grocery over there and pick up the couple items I need for that and walk through the Farmer’s Market at the same time. I can’t make the cake today as I have a 3:00 appointment (hospice) and then I have to be at the rowing place at 5:30. See? Always something. Tomorrow I am on mom and Mya duty (babysitting this weekend) so still not a good time for clothes….unless I can take a load on my way there. I could make the cake in the morning and while it’s cooking go through some clothes – not all – and then transport the cake, the clothes to give away, my weekend bag to the car and then to Sewickley where I will undoubtedly whine about how hard it is to go anywhere when you have to lug your shit across the Blvd of the Allies into the parking garage. See what I’m saying? Retirement is not for the faint of heart.
Or I could order Pizza and watch TV until my 3:00 call.
The choices are endless.
xoxox