Poor DH is tiring of the phrase “You know, when I’m retired…” but I can’t help thinking of everything I will enjoy when freed from the structure and stricture of the workday week.
Now that my retirement is in site (39 days! I got the countdown app!) I view every weekend as a sort of rehearsal for the real thing. This weekend being a long one (Thanks Queen Victoria) I am practicing my mad retirement skillz every minute. I can’t believe that I’m ever going to be able to take these things for granted:
1. Enjoying my Home Town
Saturday DH and I tidied the home (small houses clean up in a matter of minutes) then headed down to Granville Island. We took Skytrain to Main Street Station and walked along the south side of False Creek. It is a spectacular walk, nature all around, and across the water the towers of Downtown Vancouver rise in glassy glory.
At the Island Market we purchased victuals for a sumptuous repast, then transit home. It’s fun to do on a weekend afternoon, but when I’m retired we can do it mid-week and skip the dense crowds.
DH barbecued the steaks and I sauteed the mushrooms. A delightful way to end the day — any summer day.
This is a beautiful city and I can’t wait until I can be a tourist in it every day.
Sunday was a day for puttering in the garden. It’s nice to get out in the yard before the summer sun heats it to a toasty goodness, then scoot inside for an iced tea. We’ve had such a brutal winter and a wet spring (it always seems to rain on the weekends) that I wasn’t able to get everything I wanted done (even in our tiny garden I wanted to weed the bulb bed and de-clump the rhubarb). I even sprayed our one fruit tree with a soapy solution to keep down the aphids and deter the wasps. Next Spring will be different because I’ll be able to get out on a sunny weekday.
Then I pulled out the Kindle and read. For hours! Then I started dinner! In the middle of the afternoon!
DH and I are even talking about taking guitar lessons in the Fall with the folks up in the big house. Maybe we can get a deal on group lessons.
This Fall I will be watching my delightful grand-daughter one day a week. I did this for my grandson, too, and I really loved it, but I had to take vacation days and work a nine-day fortnight with the attending increased hours to do it. I’m looking forward to being able to see her, and to be a big part of her life, without having to sacrifice vacation and leisure time. I’ll also be available to pick up the other kids from school or daycare if DD and DSIL are busy or take a hand if the kids are sick and have to stay home.
I’ll be able to skip up to Kelowna to see my sister for a girl’s weekend, travelling on the weekdays to get the whole weekend to enjoy.
Even just slipping into the back yard to see the kids enjoying themselves, without interfering or imposing ourselves on their play.
All these will be possible because I won’t have to be at work for 40 hours a week.
Don’t believe Donald Trump! That is always good advice, but never more relevant than when it comes to exercise. Exercise is vital to maintaining a healthy lifestyle, especially when you are getting older. Did you know that exercising with weights can stave off dementia? It’s true! And building a strong core of muscles in your torso can help older people avoid falling, a major cause of injuries and even death!
For the past few years I’ve been unable to get all the exercise I want. I know, excuses, excuses, but I am at work for 8 hours, and my commute is at least two-and a half hours round trip. I get out for a half-hour walk every day during my lunch when it’s not raining. This winter that meant I could get out maybe twice a week. I have tried going to the gym after work, but that’s the busiest time of the day, and I just couldn’t stand waiting 10 minutes to get a spot on a machine or a place to lay my mat. Plus, after work and a commute I was tired. Weekends I try to get in 10K in steps, but it’s not always possible.
And in our laneway there is literally not enough free floor space to do a set of sit-ups.
It bothers me that I’m not exercising enough. BUT when I retire I can go to the gym anytime, in the middle of the business day when it’s practically empty. On days when I want to take a walk but it’s raining I can hop the Skytrain and be on the treadmill in a half hour.
Before I was hired in my most recent job I spent a year unemployed. I went to the gym regularly, built my visits into my daily routine, and I’m looking forward to doing it again.
I plan to get healthier and healthier — kind of like Benjamin Button.
So much to look forward to. Is it any wonder I am getting restless during my days at work?