Retirement Riches

No I’m not talking about money! I’m talking about getting a full eight hours sleep, not having heartburn caused by stress anymore. I’m talking about having the time to enjoy hobbies that had fallen by the wayside. All of these things make me feel rich.
I woke up this morning at 8:00 am. That is AMAZING! After a leisurely coffee, I showered and then popped up to the pharmacy for some new masks…yes unfortunately COVID numbers are rising so I want to make sure I have an adequate supply. I stopped by the village shop for a couple of things I needed, and then back home in time to get ready for lunch with our good friends at a wonderful local restaurant. The food is so good here!
Came home and baked, it was raining outside, baking seemed like a good thing to do. Shared my baked goods with our Italian friends, which made me nervous because their cooking is so excellent. They invited me to stay for a cocktail and some good conversation.
Perfect day! Now I’m relaxing and doing whatever I like.
Priceless!

Sleepy Village

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Days are slipping away. I sit sipping my cappuccino and reflecting on my life. We are soon to leave our Colorado home of over 20 years. Actually it’s not even ours anymore, we’re tenants now, until we move out on August 1st. The house is sold to a wonderful couple who fell in love with it, just the way we did all those years ago. Every window has a view, mountains, trees, deer, sunsets. I know they’ll while away the evenings on the deck, watching the sunset, listening to the silence of dusk after the birds decide to slumber.
I’ve never tired of this house, or the view, but I have grown tired of the busy American lifestyle. I love my job, and the folks I work with. I’ll miss my friends, but the years seem to be flying by. Wish my daughter was moving with me, but she’ll visit. I’m ready to take life at a slower pace in a sleepy little village called Colledimezzo!

Having a Misty Moment

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I woke up this morning with anxiety! It’s June 20th.
In less than two months I’ll walk through the front door of my home for the last time.  My home of over 20 years! In  less than three months I’ll leave my job and board a plane, leaving the country I’ve lived in for over 25 years.
Can’t deny my blood pressure and stress level are pretty high right now.
I’ve done this before, why is it so stressful this time?
Maybe because I’m retiring too!
Also because my daughter will not be coming with me. She’s grown up and married with a life of her own. She’ll aways need me, I’m her mum, but I’ll always be there for her. It will just take me a little longer to be by her side.
This old house is empty.
My treasures, the things I can’t live without, are on a ship bound for Naples.
My memories are in my heart.
My daughter will visit and enjoy her new retreat in the beautiful green countryside of Abruzzo.
I’m just having a misty moment.
It will pass.

Staying Alive – 2020

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It has been a bumpy year! Who’d have thought we’d be fighting a pandemic, along with all of the other trials and tribulations this year has brought. I’m not naming any, because we’re all sick and tired of hearing about them.
Through all of this mess, I’ve sold a house, sent my personal possessions to Italy and sold most of my furniture. Not an easy task, but one that had to be done.
This sixty three year old heart has had palpitations. This sixty three year old brain has been working overtime, and keeping me awake. Sometimes I wondered if I’d make it to Italy.
Now, we’re almost there. I have a “final day” at work on the calendar, flights aren’t booked yet, but will be soon.
I look at the picture of my retirement village and it keeps me alive. Three months from now, I’ll be there….

Staying alive!

Wasting Energy on WORK!

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Oh dear me! I’m tired, exhausted, I need some ENERGY!
It’s February and cold.
Not much daylight, and yes, I am getting old.
I rise at 5:15 am and stretch, not sure I’d get through the day without stretching those limbs. I lift light weights fifteen minutes and use the step machine for a little while too.
Then its shower, coffee, yoghurt, granola and off to work!
The day is a blur of calls, meetings, invoices…….you know, I think thats the problem. I feel fine in the morning, but that thing called work is sapping my energy.
I think I need to give it up!

This crazy little thing called retirement (Part 8) Vasto – the confirmation

 

We spent one more night in Atessa. After our huge lunch, we couldn’t eat another bite, but we wandered through the beautiful little town one more time. Cocktails completed the evening.

The next morning we set off to meet Monia, our realtor, in San Buono. Google managed to get us on a road that didn’t exist, and I was terrified we’d never be seen again, but we made it. San Buono was a pretty little village, but the apartment we went to view wasn’t a patch on the house in Colledimezzo. From San Buono, we followed Monia to Celezna. Celezna was slightly bigger than the other villages we’d looked in. The hill it was on was much higher, and the views were breathtaking. The house, on the edge of the village, had a terrace which boasted views of the Adriatic. Tempting, but not tempting enough to turn our heads. We’d already found what we were looking, our mind was made up! We stopped in a small coffee bar and told Monia we’d made our decision and wanted to make an offer on the house in Colledimezzo. Then we cheek kissed Italian style and went our separate ways. She had other clients to see, and we were heading to Vasto for our final night.

Vasto was a beautiful surprise, as was the Residenze Amblingh where we spent our final night. The photos I’ve posted are just a few to tempt you to come back next week and read about our afternoon and evening in Vasto. It may be my favorite town in Italy!

Lazy Sunny Afternoon – The Tax Man

Staying with the old tunes. Starting my Sunday with so many chores to do, made me think of this song. Always thought it was Lazy Sunday Afternoon. It is actually Lazy Sunny Afternoon…oh well, it won’t be lazy.

I’d breeze through my chores when I was twenty, or even ten years younger…or five for that matter, but now, they don’t seem so important anymore. I get distracted with things I really want to do.

Yes, I was young when the Kinks recorded this song. Now, not so much. Still enjoy it though. It’ll be in my head all day today.

When I could SLEEP!

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When did sleep become such a rare commodity? When I got old I suppose!
I remember the days I could sleep until noon. Saturday nights at a night club, Sunday mornings in bed, woken up by the smell of mum’s Sunday roast cooking in the oven. Those were the days.
Now, if I’m lucky enough to get to sleep within an hour of going to bed. I’m awake at 4:00 AM and gremlins crawl into my brain. They wake up my stress areas and make me think about things I don’t want to.

Life was much better when I could sleep!

The Years are Trickling Away

abruzzo-presto-privateIt really has been a heck of a year! This year we’ve literally bled money. In the grand scale of things, not that much, but enough to give me the odd panic attack. It has been worth it, we now have a lovely home in Abruzzo. A home with thick stone castle like walls and the sort of wooden doors that aren’t made anymore.
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Last week I published my second book, Ghosts on the Sand, a collection of short stories that were fun to write, and according to many folks, a pleasure to read. Thank you for all of your kind comments. The link below takes you to where this book can be purchased on Amazon for a mere $0.99.

https://amzn.to/2BYocgW

Tomorrow I rise early and start work at 7:00 am (if it ever stops snowing). Tomorrow evening finds me on a flight to Pescara, via Heathrow and Milan. My second trip to Colledimezzo this year, and not my last. My years are trickling away. Got to cram as much in as I can.

Maple Syrup does NOT clean pans!

Yesterday my second book went live on Amazon. Exciting, never thought I’d finish it. I’ve been so busy with work, moving, downsizing, planning etc., etc.
This morning I got up bright and early, made oatmeal, checked emails, and as usual had a million things on my mind. That is when I found myself tipping Maple Syrup in the dirty oatmeal pan that was soaking in the sink.
NO I’M NOT GETTING ALZHEIMER’S and YES I LAUGHED

My new book of short stories is available on Amazon now, please feel free to enjoy this crazy British lady’s ghost stories. Yes I see dead people, not very often, but they do turn up. I think they like me! I hope you enjoy reading about them.

https://amzn.to/2BYocgW

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