It’s Thursday? Really?

Which wayThis morning I awoke at seven o’clock and looked forward to turning on the television to watch Lester Holt on NBC’s weekend “news” program. I was totally convinced that it was Saturday, so I made coffee and settled into my cushy recliner, picked up the “zapper” (my pet name for the TV remote) only to learn that it was Thursday. Damn.

That’s the trouble with being retired. Every day is pretty much the same. No weekend anticipation like there was when I worked nine to five. No. It was just Thursday.

Retirement for me wasn’t a fanfare. It was more like a fart. You know, those silent but deadly ones that seek up on you and nobody takes credit for the stink. It all started in 2009 when I left my job and then couldn’t find work closer to home. I wanted to continue working because I wasn’t even 59-1/2 and not ready to retire. But I had become that magic age when businesses don’t want to invest in somebody who is seasoned and actually knows something.

But by 2011, I had papered the landscape with resumes and frankly I just gave up. By now, Ken also needed me to be home, so here I am. Oh, I kept myself busy designing costume jewelry, painting,  and getting several novels published, but I did miss the camaraderie of workmates and going out to lunch.

Don’t get me wrong, I do love not having to fight traffic every morning. I like the fact that I don’t have to shower, dress in a business suit, and rush out of the house with a pop tart in my left hand and my briefcase, keys, and purse in the other. I do not miss having an alarm clock catapult me out of a sound slumber either. I don’t miss having to take orders from somebody dumber than me, sitting in a “cube” as small as a phone booth, and interfacing all day with computer keyboard.

But not realizing it is Thursday troubles me. Has my world shrunk to such a small size that I don’t even know what day it is? I think it must have. But when did that happen? And why?

A shrinking world seems to be another part of being a caretaker and having to stay home most days. Don’t get me wrong. I wouldn’t change things—at least not until I can’t properly take care of Ken any longer, but what does a person do for inspiration when nine to five is not possible any more?

I’ve come to the conclusion that time is a curious critter. It goes too fast when you’re young, and it slows down to a turtle’s crawl when you retire. I haven’t decided if that’s a good thing or not.

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5 thoughts on “It’s Thursday? Really?

  1. Being a new housewife is no different from what you are describing here. Don’t get me wrong I never miss the most dumb person I took orders from, but I surely miss the environment of my class. I loved/loved to teach. I was a lecturer. Now, I know it is Sunday when “The Real Housewives of NYC” is not on air.

    • I sympathize with you because I think when I quit my job to have a couple of kids, I was completely lost. I ended up having to make a schedule and stick to it. It helped to put some structure in my life. The next step was to find activities that I enjoyed, but could take the kids with me and put them in a nursery for an hour or so. Then I got involved in community service through my church. All of these things gave me grown-ups to talk with while I had a couple of hours away from home. Good luck with your new role. it is tough.

      • Thank you. We are newly married (10 months. I don’t know if it is counted in “newly married”) We live far apart in different countries. So, it is tough. Very tough. Thank you for your comment it gave me a little insight about my future.

  2. I do get it, Barb. My last husband used to say after he retired after 40 years that now everyday was Saturday. I have to look at my phone each morning before I start writing in my journal for the date and day of the week. EVERYDAY, I have to check. I put reminders in my phone so I don’t miss something I need to attend to on a certain day since it’s so easy to lose days. I think I check the calendar as often as I check the time. 🙂 Hang in there Barb.

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