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Retirement is not without Hassles: Spring Break #34

Remember when your life used to revolve around spring break?  Maybe it still does?  It was when you took at least half of your vacation time, with the other half used to extend the time off around holidays.  Almost everyone can recall an eventful spring break vacation, when you packed up the car and adventured to new places.  Well, retirement is a new place, and it takes preparation and planning to get there.  This is why I encourage practice in the years leading up to this goal, and why many companies give you more vacation time as a benefit of staying with them.

Try to imagine what a day of retirement would be for you – what would you do with your time?  What would a week be like, a month be like, or a year be like?  Put some thought into a weekly schedule, and write down what each day would involve if you weren’t spending that time working.  This is a very important aspect of practicing for retirement.

What would your life be like without spring break, other vacations, holidays, and weekends?  A life where every day is an exercise in personal discipline.  What time would you get up in the morning?  When would you go to bed?  I was comfortable establishing a routine, similar to the routine that I had while working.  Maybe you would structure your day differently?  I get up just before my working wife awakes, do some stretching and strength exercises, take the dogs outside for a short walk, go for a three-mile run to gather my thoughts, write those thoughts down in this blog, and then take the dogs for a longer walk down to Starbucks, where we all enjoy a treat.  Yes, you still have to reward yourself in retirement, after all there are no bonuses, overtime, or employee of the month programs.  There are incentives, like travel, if you can afford it, and the pleasure of knowing that you don’t have to go to work tomorrow.

The good news is that all your time is now yours.  The kids are hopefully grown, you can choose how involved in the lives of grandchildren you want to be, and there’s a whole world out there for you to explore, whether through reading, video, or visiting.   There are movies to watch, documentaries and biographies to ponder, sporting events to enjoy, new acquaintances to make, and old friendships to renew.  I’m excited about all of these wonderful opportunities.  My life is now not consumed with getting a promotion, buying a better car or a bigger home, paying for college educations, or simply being the best at what I do.  I’ve already admitted that as a competitive person I’ve had moments of envy when someone else finds a better way to fill a day of retirement.  Sometimes I wish I had saved more, made more, or had more. In general I’m content, however, in having good health and some financial resources to fulfill some of my bucket list.

During my run this morning, I could actually see the sun come up.  It wasn’t totally dark and overcast.  I could see where all that rain was doing its magic.  Trees and flowers were blooming – spring was in the air.  It was what made me think of spring break and new beginnings, like my venture into retirement.  I just had a complete physical with positive results and I’m looking forward to at least a week of travel in each of the remaining months this year.  It didn’t even really dawn on me until just now that today is Friday.

I was in court-side, half-court seats last night for the Blazers game against the Rockets,  I’m not sure you could really have better seats for a basketball game.  The Ducks are in the Final Four against North Carolina tomorrow, as are the Zags who play South Carolina.  These are the events that now dominate my calendar, not business meetings.  Next week I’ll visit Chavez Ravine, Dodger Stadium, for the first time, joining my wife on her business trip.  I’ll probably also catch a tour bus, while she covers her appointments.

Life is good and retirement is great.  I’ll let you know if there are any hassles.  In the meantime, I’ll leave you with another poem:

 

Retire

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I’ve spent all my life,

Working for Friday.

Soon every day,

Will be a Saturday.

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No more Monday’s,

No more Hump Days.

I’m about to enter,

The retirement phase.

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I saved some money,

Have a company plan.

Will I spend my Saturday’s,

Working on my tan?

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With any luck,

I’ll have enough.

So cutting back,

Won’t be too tough.

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So how will I fill,

Each waking day?

Will I be lazy?

And just play.

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I begin a new life,

Be the boss of me.

There’s a whole world,

Out there to see.

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Maybe new hobbies?

Volunteer some hours?

More education?

Smell the flowers?

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Watch more sports?

Write more silly rhyme?

Catch up on reading?

Lose track of time?

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And I realize,

That there will be.

An occasional bad day,

Where I won’t be free.

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Because the thing,

That I like alot.

Those good days working,

Can’t beat bad days not.

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A perpetual weekend,

Or maybe the beginning?

As the years go by,

And my hair keeps thinning.

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Health matters,

Appointments to keep.

And those concerns,

That won’t let me sleep.

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But the fact remains,

There’s still a perk.

I won’t have to get up,

And go to work.

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Copyright May 2015

johnstonwrites.com

Retirement is not without Hassles: My Day – Alone Time #30

I published my first “Retirement is not without Hassles” post 12 weeks ago today.  At first, I was excited with all the comments I was getting – then I discovered that most all of them were spam.  It’s hard to know who is reading my words. Last night we watched the movie “Julie and Julia,” the story of a blogger, Julie, and her efforts to prepare all of Julia Child’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking recipes in a one year span of time.   It had a happy ending with Julie eventually seeing more and more activity on her site and securing a lucrative publishing contract.  I think that all of us who blog have this fantasy of fame that we are trying to achieve, but unfortunately only a few of us succeed.  With this in mind, I’m satisfied with doing this solely for myself, enjoying the satisfaction of putting words on a page.

I am convinced that I’m what they call an “extro-introvert.”  I enjoy spending time with others but I also crave my alone time.  Today is MY DAY.  It’s as good as any Friday or Saturday and definitely a benefit of retirement.  While I was working, I certainly found time alone, but it was tarnished with guilt about not working.  Today this is my work.  I haven’t had a morning alone in well over a week, and I miss it.  We were traveling to see family and then my wife got the flu, staying home from work for two days prior to the weekend.  I enjoy her company as an extrovert, but needed my time alone as an introvert.  I’m very good at doing nothing, but I need to write about my thoughts and feelings.  I haven’t been able to do that for the last two weeks.

Yes, I love my wife, enjoy watching movies with her, and want to hear about her daily accomplishments.  I look forward to our Wednesday date night, cook for her on Tuesday night, and share my running time with her and our dogs on the weekend.  However, Monday morning has become favorite time of the week.  She’s at work, doing what she wants to do, and I’m alone with the dogs and my computer.  Hopefully, some of my best writing will happen on Monday mornings, a time that I used to dread in my working days.  I even enjoy doing housework on Monday afternoon – something I won’t be doing today because after being home and sick for several days, my wife started to notice the shortcomings of my cleaning skills.  At her suggestion, I had to clean on Saturday, instead.

I did watch a lot of basketball over the past week.  “March Madness” was filled with firsts.  The Oregon Ducks made the Final Four for the first time since 1939, when they won the very first College Basketball Championship.  The South Carolina Gamecocks earned their first Final Four appearance ever!  Indiana University hired a new basketball coach, making March headlines despite a disappointing season.  Finally, the  Indianapolis Crispus Attucks high school basketball team won it’s first Indiana State title since 1959, when they were led to an undefeated season by round-ball legend Oscar Robertson.  The “Big O” himself, at age 78, was there to hand out the medals – cool.   These milestones probably don’t mean anything to anyone but me, but since it’s MY DAY I get to reflect on what’s meaningful in history to me.

When I write about the hassles of retirement, I’m sure you realize I’m in most cases being facetious.   Hassles, or what an optimist calls challenges, are simply a part of life.  It’s just that in retirement they seem to be magnified since there are no work distractions anymore.  I could lament on the two doctor appointments that I have this week, but I’m also looking forward to five MY DAYS in a row, followed by the weekend of OUR TIME with my wife.

My Day

There’s reason to change,

The days of the week.

Since I no longer work,

They need a slight tweak.

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There’s no more Holidays,

Every day’s the same.

It’s only on my calendar,

If there’s a Big Game.

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Weekends are now,

Just another day.

Since in retirement,

We don’t wait to play.

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Mondays no longer,

Are filled with dread.

No clock to punch,

Just stay in bed.

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You don’t wake up,

Thinking “Only Tuesday?”

There’s four more days,

Until it’s Saturday.

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Hump Day’s gone,

No mid-week trauma.

The week’s half-over,

Has lost its drama.

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Thursday’s hope,

That when it passes.

“Thank God It’s Friday!”

Proclaim the masses.

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It disappears,

And you sleep in.

Slips quickly by,

Oh, not again.

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Where’d Saturday go?

You moan on Sunday.

My weekend’s gone,

It’s almost Monday.

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Only Pay Day,

Seems rewarding.

Your life is like,

A looped recording.

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Then you retire,

And begin to reflect.

The seven-day cycle,

Now easy to reject.

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You don’t look forward,

To it being Friday.

Every day of the week,

Is simply My Day.

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Copyright 2017 johnstonwrites.com

 

 

Retirement is not without Hassles: Getting going each day #17

In my humble opinion, getting out of bed is one of the hardest tasks in life.  I am not one of those that jumps out of bed each morning anxious for a new day.  I always want another hour of sleep, regardless of what time I get up.  I’m currently staying with my son and his family, as I continue my retirement tour across the country – Oregon to Arizona to Florida. There’s a three hour time difference from home to here, so I’m constantly trying to figure out what time it really is and which time zone better suits my needs at any given moment.  They have all left for school and work, while I stayed in bed an extra hour this morning.  I still wanted another hour of sleep – just because!

As I have for the last 10 years, I always get up and go for a run.  It’s not much to look forward to, but it keeps me going and has provided the necessary bridge between those working days and retirement days.  Nothing has changed in the first two hours of my day in quite some time:  I get up, walk the dogs, dawdle a bit, do some stretching, sit-ups, push-ups, lace up my Nike shoes, run, relax at the computer, and get dressed.  It’s almost mechanical – I’ve done it now for 2,984 consecutive days.   How do I know?  www.runeveryday.com computes it for me.

What I do after that two-hour “warm up” period varies each day.  It used to be work, but now I mostly get to do what I want to do.  Yes, I have my honey-do list, household and pet responsibilities, and fix-it tasks – those are the hassles of retirement.  At least, now, I don’t also have to face the hassles of a day of work.  I’ve been reminded the past few days of how tough it is to raise a family, get kids off to school, earn a living, and crash after a long day of no time for yourself. However, I’m a grandfather and a guest in my son’s home, so all I have to do is sit back and watch the action!  It’s exhausting just to watch!  I do try to help relieve some of the pain, provide some financial support, and stay out of the way.  I also limit my visits to a few days at a time so I don’t “hang around in the air” like a fish dinner.  After all, I have hassles of my own, remember!

I took the kids to Disney, the Daytona 500, and to a Spring Training game.  I will be flying back tomorrow with a thin wallet and the satisfaction of being a good grandfather and father for a few days.  Hopefully, I’ve provided a little relief to their complicated lives.  At times, I feel guilty for bringing him into this world, and other times I feel like a proud parent, as somehow they get by – just as I did all those years.  Now, I just smile as I reflect on school, college, marriage, family, marriage again, and work-work- work, knowing that all of those stages are behind me.  I also have to thank my wife, who is home taking care of the pets and working hard.  She’s helping make this visit possible and I miss her.  All I have left to deal with are the “hassles of retirement,” that today I say with tongue in cheek!

I will return to Portland late tomorrow, enjoy a happy hour get-together with friends still working to kick of my “weekend,”  do laundry, and relax a few weeks before the “hassles” of travel kick into gear once again.  My wife and I will be going to Indianapolis to visit her 96 year old mother, then Hawaii and Paris to round out the first half of the 2017 retirement tour.  I might even sneak in a trip to San Jose to hopefully watch the Oregon Ducks in the Sweet 16, since my Indiana Hoosiers will not make the cut.

Well, back to reality, my doctor’s office just called and I need to schedule a follow-up visit – speaking of hassles.  I see the Chiropractor on Thursday and the Dentist on Friday to round out the week.  Friends say  I look good on the outside, but I’m definitely “rusted out on the inside:”

Rust in Peace

People say I’m younger,

Than I look.

That my body’s youthful,

In any fitness book.

 

They like the way I dress,

And my childish grin.

My hair’s still there,

My figure thin.

 

But trapped inside,

Many years of stress.

Anger and pain,

I must confess.

 

Disappointment,

Pain and loss.

Troubles at home,

A demanding boss.

 

Looks good outside,

But rusty inside.

So many cracks,

I’m able to hide.

 

Like a vintage auto,

Shiny and sleek.

But my undercarriage,

Is rusted out and weak.

 

Blood pressure high,

Reflexes slow.

Another gasket,

About to blow.

 

Used to be fast,

Much in demand.

Cocky and confident,

The world in hand.

 

Just a few wrinkles,

Teeth still white.

A couple of dents,

From a fist fight.

 

Tan and fit,

You think I’m lookin’ good.

Just wait until,

You look under my hood.

 

Looks good outside,

But rusty inside.

So many cracks,

I’m able to hide.

 

 Like a vintage auto,

Shiny and sleek.

But my undercarriage,

Is rusted out and weak

 

Rev up my engine,

And hear it sputter.

My arteries clogged,

With too much butter.

 

A little beer gut,

But you should see my liver.

A little soft in spots,

But I can still deliver.

 

In  no time flat,

Zero to Eighty.

Driven only on Sunday,

By my old lady.

 

When my time runs out,

They’ll look at me and say.

What a good looking corpse,

He even hid the gray.

 

Looks good outside,

But rusty inside.

So many cracks,

I’m able to hide.

 

Like a vintage auto,

Shiny and sleek.

But my undercarriage,

Is rusted out and weak.

 

johnstonwrites

Copyright April 2009

 

 

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