What I Did for My Retirement

I keep thinking about that old Cheech and Chong routine where the kid is supposed to read his paper on "What I Did for My Summer Vacation":  "The first day of vacation I got up.  I went downtown to look for a job.  Then I hung out.  The second day of vacation I got up.  I went downtown to look for a job.  Then I hung out.  The third day of vacation I got up.  I went downtown..."

The first day of retirement I got up.  I went down to the office to clean it out.  In the early afternoon my dad fell and cut his head open on the concrete, so I took him up to the ER.  So I spent the first day of retirement in my office and at the hospital...kind of like a day I might have expected at work!

The second day of retirement we drove Mom and Dad home to PA.  The third day of retirement we drove back to MA.  Yesterday I cleaned the house, went grocery shopping, made cupcakes for my brother-in-law's birthday, and did paper work.

I didn't expect to feel differently, but I don't even feel like I'm on vacation.  I've been waking up at 6, bright eyed and bushy tailed.  I did force myself back to sleep this morning, so I didn't get up until 7 (so lazy!).  Every now and then I think, "I don't have a job!"  and get highly anxious, but then it passes.

I did get up yesterday and walk because I want to establish some kind of routine, however suggestive it may be.  I also want to write regularly and I need to figure out when the best time for that will be.  This morning it was thank you notes and more packing, doing errands and planning for the summer's adventures.