For nearly 50 years, my weekday routine was the same: shower, dress, coffee, feed the cat, leave for work. Depending on the job, I followed that daily ritual beginning anywhere from 4:30AM to about 7:30AM. There was little time for dawdling.
Then came retirement without the need to get somewhere by a specific time. Now it goes something like this:
- Brush teeth, wash face
- Start coffee
- Feed cat
- Publish TGB and ESP
- Answer overnight email
- Read newspapers and Google Alerts
- Sunrise on the deck with coffee and cat
- Read more newspapers and Alerts
- Make notes for future blog posts
- Read some blogs and websites
- Go over to-do list for the day
- Add and subtract items on to-do list
- Play with cat
- Have some breakfast
- Maybe write a blog post
- Think about cleaning up desk; add it to to-do list
- Organize research notes for future blog post
Note what's missing: shower, dress, make bed. Good god, I've become the poster girl (aging variety) for pajamas bloggers and am fulfilling my worst nightmare of an old woman in retirement, sitting here in my granny gown, fuzzy slippers and raggedy chenille robe (as now) until almost noon or, on a more organized day, mid-morning.
And I love it, leaving behind 60 years (if you count school) of living on someone else's schedule. I've always disliked hurrying to do anything and for the first time in my life, I can slob around on my schedule.
Of course, there are the days when the Fedex or UPS guy shows up and I appear at the door to sign for the package with long, gray hair flying every which way in my unkempt night clothes.
Then I resolve to shower and dress directly after posting the day's blogs. But if that worked, I wouldn't be telling you about this.
And don't think there isn't some guilt involved, most particularly that my daily walk gets postponed, sometimes clear until evening, and it takes a bit of mental effort each day to force myself to do it. Science is not high on my areas of knowledge, but isn't there some physics rule about inertia? That a body at rest tends to stay at rest? That's me these days.
I keep telling myself that I should develop a better routine - and perhaps this morning slobbing around will run its course in time. For now, I love following my whims so damned much that I'm determined to get over the guilt.
Even so, it is high time to shower now and get on with that to-do list.
[At the Elder Storytelling Place today, Pat Temiz explains the complicated maneuvering required to eat American-style in Dinner at the Drive-In in Istanbul.]