The problem with being retired is, you never get a day off.
I used to joke about this â€” but now that I do not have a regular schedule, Iâ€™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, â€œIt’s Friday.â€
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? Iâ€™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 â€” 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 Lilâ€™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 didnâ€™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 donâ€™t know why it makes a difference but it does. I guess thatâ€™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.