I’ve been absent from writing for awhile. But today is the first day of my Spring Break vacation (I work in a school). I have no plans to travel, my husband is working this week, so my “vacation” will be to wake up each morning and do whatever I feel like doing. I have a list somewhere of all kinds of fun things to do. I can’t seem to locate it right now, but I could certainly write another. It most likely will list all of the things I’ve been meaning to do since I quit drinking. You see, I have a lot of time on my hands and I can accomplish so much. But I’m not. I can finish that scarf I starting knitting months ago. But I’m not. I could finish the painting that would bring out that hidden artsy talent. But I’m not. I could take up running. But I don’t. Get the picture?
I’ve decided not to renew my employment contract for next year. I’ve decided to retire (turning 61 this summer). I’ve worked since I was 16, so I think it’s time. My husband asks what I’ll do, so I revert back to my list. I figure this week will be a nice trial run to see if I’ll like retirement. So I awoke this morning (Monday) and ironed hubby’s shirts, cleaned the toilet, took out the garbage…looked for the list.
Hmmm. This isn’t as much fun as I’d hoped. Well, the day is still young, the sun is out, and hubby is coming home for lunch. 🙂