More on Retirement

Sixty three, I say it to my self often, and in awe that I reached this age. I survived three day open air rock concerts, and all that went with them. I survived motorcycle accidents, car crashes, life in general and here I am still.
I work pretty hard, and write, and have hobbies and interests, but now, instead of having the energy to run with them all, I need to choose. Weekends used to be a time of fun, but now they are a time of errands, chores and recuperating after a busy work week.
In my head I’m still 25, but my body disagrees.
Waking up to the early mists that sometimes blanket the hilltop villages of Abruzzo is tempting. The sun comes up and burns them away, making a perfect beach day.

Yes I lived to reach 63 years old! I read the news and all that is happening in the world. I’m not afraid of Coronavirus, but it makes me realize we’re all vulnerable. How much longer do I have to enjoy retirement?

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!

Saturday Morning – Practicing for Retirement

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I’m looking forward to the peace and tranquility of retirement, and of course, the views.

Saturdays are usually spent in a blur of chores, cleaning, changing the sheets etc. You know how it goes.  Even before a hair appointment, I’d rush round the house like a crazed whirling dervish. Why? What did it achieve? It just made me exhausted before I even left the house.

The weekends are always spent cleaning, and then preparing for the next work week. We have to work, but we shouldn’t let it rule our lives should we?

This morning I’m starting afresh, enjoying cappuccino and a spot of breakfast while catching up with the news. When I leave the house, I’ll be relaxed and refreshed.

Who wants to start the day exhausted? Retirement is on my brain and I’m practicing for my Italian life.

Just Chill!

Do you find it hard to relax? I do! We go on vacation and unwind, but why can’t we do that at home? Life is way too short to keep up the crazy pace we set for ourselves.

Its the weekend, kick back and chill.

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The Day of Rest

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I’m sure my schedule is much the same as yours. On weekdays I rise and shine at 5:30 and work out. Then do a few chores before setting off to work for eight o clock.
On the way home from work I run errands, then maybe a few more chores when I get home. An evening walk is usually on the schedule too. At around 7:30 or 8:00 pm (if I’m lucky). I sit down and relax.

Saturday and Sunday aren’t much better. Why do we do this to ourselves? Today I woke up and mentally listed what I needed to do. Immediately I became stressed.

So instead, I made myself some coffee and asked myself how I’d like to spend the day! These are the answer’s I came up with.
I’d like to:
Work on my current short story (The Engineer)
Make some cookies
Meet my daughter for Happy Hour
Have another cup of coffee and…relax.

I believe someone much more important than me decreed Sunday be a day of rest.

Relaxation – the Illusive Pleasure

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Why do I find it so difficult to relax? My brain doesn’t switch off. I worry about dinner at Christmas (six months ahead). I worry about shopping and buying furniture during my next trip to Italy (three months ahead). I worry about what I said last week to my boss (can’t change it now).

Does this happen to everyone? Anyone got a solution?

 

The Eve of an Adventure

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My daughter has been in Abruzzo since Thursday. She’s staying in the beautiful seaside town of Vasto. We’ve kept her busy. She’s opened a bank account so we can pay utilities. She met the builder that’s going to finish our stairs, chose the wood and gave him a deposit. Cash of course. She’s explored, enjoyed the local food and wine and totally fallen in love with the place. Our purchasing trip was a whirlwind experience so we barely scratched the surface of the beautiful province of Chieti. Now, with time on her hands, Joanna is telling us what we missed, and what we have to look forward to as you can see by the photos above.

Look at that HUGE smile on her face. She took a selfie on the terrace of our new home, key in hand! Try putting that key on you keychain!!!

It’s Sunday November 5th, the eve of owning our beautiful family home in Colledimezzo, Abruzzo Italy. Exciting times.

Retirement and the Sleep Factor.

You must all have noticed how great you feel when you wake up after a really good night’s sleep. As slumber drifts from your body and mind, you feel good, ready to handle anything the day throws at you. You’re rested and in control.

So why is sleep so elusive? This past week has been awful! Much too stressful, long hours at work, followed by coming home and worrying if I’d got everything done. Each night after going to bed, I’d remember something important I’d missed. That paid to my sleep.

Last night was the first night in almost a week that I slept long and hard, and woke up feeling refreshed. If only I felt like this every day. I think my massage and reflexology helped, but that’s a luxury I can only occasionally afford. How do I manage to sleep on a regular basis? I sleep well on vacation, because there’s nothing to worry about.

I’m wondering if perhaps its time to retire.

Comments anyone? Advice?sleepless01

Look a little on the Sunny Side – The Monday Blues

I had the Monday Blues today! Oh everything went wrong. I shook my jar of green juice this morning, you guessed it, the top wasn’t on right. Green slime all over me, the coffee machine and the counter top.

I set off to work (late) and every car on the road was going at least ten miles less than the speed limit!

Got a cracked windscreen!

When I switched on my computer every email I opened presented a new issue to deal with.

My packed lunch was tasteless (no one but me to blame for that).

Rushed home for an appointment with someone at my house, got the day wrong, the appointment is set for Wednesday.

Missed delivery of a package I was waiting for…..and so it goes on.

So here I sit with a glass of crisp Italian wine, listening to a good old tune from my teens (now that was a LONG time ago). Its been playing in my head all day. It helped me back in the seventies, and it’s helping me today.

I thought I’d share it with you.

Weekend chores and wine!

It’s the weekend so why,

Do I cook, clean, shop, iron, wash, work in the yard………..yea, I know, because it’s the weekend.

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Maybe it’s time for a glass of wine!

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