Remember I've Retired
Saturday. Another funky morning, a walk down the way to lunch at my usual place at noon as I'd taken a nap after taking a bath and ended up sleeping through the morning. Read the paper over coffee and a sandwich. Good. Still standing, still alive, clothes clean, hat in place. Walked back with the head and the sinuses feeling like shit, but this, I realize, has been my reality now for a long time. I generally feel better later in the afternoon and into the evening (as I did yesterday: funky down at the mouth morning and afternoon followed by an excellent evening) as I hope it will be again today when evening arrives.
Dinner last night with M. and S. at their place up in the hills overlooking the city, an excellent dinner for the five of us present in a house with a Christmas tree and all of the decorations you (and I) associate with the season. I'm trying to remember the last time I put up decorations. Yes, I've had conversations with myself on the subject and gone through years when I've gotten a tree and decorated it with all the stuff - I have all the stuff - but then let it slide.
I know this will cause you to scratch your head - why is this guy making so much out of so very little - but I finally decided to order a couple of more book cases last night (Sherri will appreciate this) to get the books off the floor and then washed the dirty dishes in the sink. Made some prints. Moved papers about that were piled on the floor near the computer desk. Told myself the piles are now smaller and not just neater after the effort. Tomorrow I'll do more (he said). Progress in everything but my bank account. Got to remember I'm retired now and there's less money about.