Oh, you are in for such a treat! First, let me finish where many of you begin.
My half(assed)-sister and I were always the night-owls of the family. Often forced during my working life to accept shift-times imposed by employers, since I retired, I find that my ‘normal’ schedule keeps me up until about 5:00 AM. I’ve had comments from BrainRants on new posts, before I turn in. He’s getting up today, when I’m going to bed yesterday.
I skip the morning TV shows and get up around noon/1:00 PM. Being retired doesn’t mean having nothing to do. Normal aging of the wife, myself, and daughter LadyRyl has amassed an impressive list of doctors – GPs, specialists, Chiropractors, Osteopaths, and Podiatrists that I get to drive to.
The first half-hour of each day is spent feeding and watering – the dog, four cats, plus juice and pills for the wife and me – then on to cleaning out the litter box. The excitement hangs heavy in the air.
It’s probably a good thing that I spent the second half of my work-life in a physical-labor job. Since I retired I have gained some weight, but I’m still in shape – pear-shaped. At least my legs get a good workout each day. I don’t need one of those stair-masters. I probably do 30 to 40 flights of stairs a day – up, and down.
I sit in the living room, reading the day’s paper. I faintly hear the wife call me from upstairs, where a head-cold has wrestled her to the bed. I climb the stairs, because she can’t speak loud enough to be heard. She wants a Keurig coffee. I return to the kitchen. There are no K-Cups of the requested flavor. I go downstairs to the utility room, and bring some back up to the kitchen. I take the brewed coffee upstairs up to the bedroom, and return to the living room. 1 cup of coffee = 3 flights of stairs.
After temporarily completing my catering and hand-servant duties, I usually get to sit by the front window and read today’s Waterloo Region Record and yesterday’s Toronto Sun. I know, another weird-osity.
It started years ago when a co-worker friend used to give me his copy of the Sun at the end of a shift. When the shifts ended at 11 PM, or 7 AM, I read it ‘the next day.’ I only read the Sun for entertainment news, and the strange filler articles, like ‘Man Bites Meteorite.’ Along the way I take time out to do the two crosswords and word jumble.
I make ‘lunch’ between 2:00 and 3:00, sometimes for both of us, usually not the same thing, and often from leftovers in the fridge. Then it’s time to do the marketing. Since the wife doesn’t often go out, we don’t go ‘grocery shopping.’
A local supermarket offers me a 50 cent or $1 discount on copies of the Sun, depending on the day of the week. I get home delivery of the local paper, but have to go out for the Sun anyway, so I add a few items each day as needed, to keep the cupboards stocked.
Late afternoon is devoted to the few chores I do – snow shoveling, lawn mowing, dish washing, preparing for evening meal. The computer room window faces west, and the sun-glare on the screen proscribes keyboard usage for a couple of hours. This is when I might get some reading in….until one particular cat begins head-butting, and pawing – sometimes even pulling a flannel throw off the back of the couch – until I agree to cover us both and have a nap.
Cultured people eat dinner. We have supper – any time between 8 PM and 10:00. The son gets up at 9:00, we exchange some lies and brags, and he leaves for work just after ten. Now the computer goes into overdrive.
I do my last, on-line crossword, read emails, compose posts, do research, visit websites/and comment, interrupted irregularly but frequently by both two-legged, and four-legged room-mates – coffee, cookies, cat treats, catnip, water, kibble, outside several times for the dog. I read some more while he’s out. The cats are kept safe indoors, unless you read my Almost Catastrophe post.
I often play a bit of Solitaire and Mah-Jong for pattern recognition and decision making, to keep the brain sharper than a marble. With four cats, we have two litter pans. The wife cleans one, and I clean the other, twice a day. I get the one in the basement.
Suddenly it’s 5:00 AM again. I haven’t accomplished anything, and it’s time for another exciting day to draw to a close. I’ll see you again tomorrow. Don’t call too early. 😉