It’s October! The start of candle burning season!
My job is done. The latest paying one, anyway. I’m inventing new jobs for myself by the dozen, although not working very hard at any of them so far. I feel as if I have all the time in the world. That’s probably foolish in the long run but at the moment it just feels good. How I imagine it would feel to go through a portal to another dimension where fantasy and reality have traded places. Although maybe slightly less weird.
Yesterday, on my first official day as a retired person, I got all my pre-op tests and reports and preparations done. Lab work, diagnostic imaging, papers, forms, faxes….now I wait for a phone call with a date and time for my day surgery, which they hope to schedule in the next two to three weeks. I also had my doctor refer me for a hearing test. She says it often takes up to eight months to get in. Good thing I can read lips.
All the activity yesterday was more exhausting than showing up for work, since I added in some other running around too, being out and about anyway. What a luxury to know I could just come home and nap if the mood hit me.
There was a minimal amount of fanfare surrounding my leaving work. I am thankful for that. Well, if you want to know the truth, I practically begged them not to do anything. I hate a fuss. I worked up to the last minute of my schedule, gathered up my stuff and left like it was any other day. Except for hauling away a couple of gifts – a beautiful flower arrangement (artificial because I kill things) and a desk top easel (because apparently I have talked about nothing else besides painting for the last two months). I’d say both of those things are perfect.
Already I’m having trouble remembering what day it is. So I think I may need a calendar with a schedule on it. Or I may just sit around on the couch watching Netflix for the rest of my life.
That’s not the only possibility. I might also sketch and draw and experiment with water-color pencil crayons and consider all the possibilities of mixed media and get lost on Pinterest and never write another thing…..
Nope. Going to make up a schedule. The only stipulation will be that I am not allowed to get upset if I can’t stick to it. It’s not like anyone will notice unless I’m foolish enough to share it. So, yeah. I’ll get right on it. You’ll know I’m done when you notice some semblance of organization and routine around here. Not to mention pictures that make sense.
Breathing Space 
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