The problem with being retired is, you never get a day off.

I used to joke about this — but now that I do not have a regular schedule, I’m confused as to what day it is.

I had my hat and shoes on this morning, keys in my hand, and told Ken I was off to the farmers market. I wanted to get there early to stock up on kale.

Ken simply said, “It’s Friday.”

What????

It is such a weird feeling being confused like this. I could have sworn today was Saturday. Sworn!

Laura is coming over today to give me a yoga lesson. I know she said Friday, yet instead of dealing with when she was coming, my focus has been on, why? Why am I adding another practice? Why yoga? I’m a tai chi and qigong person. I guess I need to try it for a while to figure it out why.

Sue and I plan to walk together tomorrow — and I put it on my calendar for Sunday!

Maybe this is how the retired get a day off. I am certainly having a day off moment. This is also why I am posting twice today.

I remember the first time I went to a tai chi workshop at B and Lil’s house, I flew into Calgary, AB; MaryLynn picked me up at the airport and drove a couple of hours to Parsons, BC.

I remember confessing to ML that I didn’t know where I was in the world. I have a terrible sense of direction and at the time, little knowledge of the geography of BC.

MaryLynn had to get a map out for me and point. It helped.

Today Ken had to point out today for me on a calendar.

I don’t know why it makes a difference but it does. I guess that’s why my dad wears a watch even though he has no appointments.

Where and when matters as much as how and why. Go figure.