Before checking my e-mail this morning I made a solemn promise to myself to answer the Daily WordPress Prompt no matter what. Every day I read it and have good intentions, but we all know the place to which good intentions are paving the road. This road is also crowded with people who write awkward sentences and take a long time to get to the point.
Sparkling or Still
What’s your idea of a perfect day off: one during which you can quietly relax, doing nothing, or one with one fun activity lined up after the other? Tell us how you’d spend your time.
At the risk of boring you into a coma, here goes. Hey, it’s not like I’ve duct taped you to a chair in my living room where you feel obligated to choke down a bad cup of coffee and pretend to listen. Although that’s how you may feel.
I have been successfully retired for fifty days. That’s almost two months of continuous days off, and that makes me a self-proclaimed expert on the subject. Quietly relaxing doing nothing is a fun activity for me, so I choose both answers simultaneously.
My typical day starts with coffee consumed while I scroll through all the e-mails I get from the best of the blogs I follow. This can take a long time, depending on how interesting you all have decided to be on any particular day. November has been a crazy month with everyone posting like mad. I’m anticipating less activity in December when we’re all in Christmas mode. Even if you don’t celebrate it, it’s pretty hard to ignore altogether.
W finishes reading the paper and most mornings wanders off to the kitchen, eventually interrupting me after making breakfast to tell me to come and cook my own eggs. He just can’t make himself mutilate eggs the way I do. Broken, flipped and cooked to death should be a choice in all breakfast restaurants.
If either of us has somewhere to go, we get our act together and do that. If we don’t, the best way to spend an afternoon for me is messing around in my art room. Messing around is no vague term. Sometimes I share my mess, sometimes I don’t. There was this one oil pastel thing I did that was so hideous I threw it out. Picture an alien with green eyes and hair on fire.
I also read real books or something on my kindle, clean up, play some word games, write some kind of nonsense on my blog, drum up some ambition to make something for dinner, make lists. Yes, there are days when I don’t leave my house. I refuse to feel bad about this, although I will admit some form of physical exercise will have to make it on to one of my lists soon. Up and down the stairs fifteen times a day should count for something in the meantime.
WAKE UP! I’m still talking to you. Don’t you want to hear how I spend my evenings?? They’re more or less a repeat of the afternoons, actually.
Some days I wonder if they miss me at work. Then I read Dilbert on my page a day calendar and think – nope – probably not.
Today is our anniversary so we will probably go out to eat somewhere. We also know there’s a bunch of leftovers in the fridge and neither of us would care if we opted for that instead. It’s quite delightful to have days stretch ahead of me which I can fill with whatever I want.
Okay, duct tape is going in the garbage and you’re free to go. I’ll finish up the coffee. Draw a couple of flaming red-haired elves. Try not to get too stressed out by all the excitement in my mad and crazy life.
I worked hard for this! I’m going to enjoy every single fun and relaxing minute of it.