Copyright © 2017
by Ralph F. Couey
Words and Pictures
We humans are creatures of habit. A regular routine helps keep us sane, giving each day a slightly different cast, but still managing to help us march through the calendar. We look at our weeks and know that certain things happen on certain days and times. For most of us, our jobs and those related activities occupy Mondays through Fridays. Weekends, for parents, are driven by the schedules of the kids, i.e. baseball, football, basketball, gymnastics, and the seemingly never-ending soccer season. For some, Sunday means church followed by an afternoon either watching or playing sports, or just taking a snooze on the couch. This makes our days fairly predictable, if frenetic. As I have discovered, there is safety in that routine.
Schedules, whether we like them or not, run our lives, and when there is a major change to that routine, we are left adrift; confused and gasping for air.
One of the things I have had to get used to, now in my third week of retirement, is learning how to live a life mostly bereft of scheduled obligations. I used to work Wednesdays through Saturdays, and upon waking up on these three Wednesdays, my first thought was if I had ironed a shirt for work. Then realizing that was no longer necessary. For decades, I lived my live in suits, ties, and slacks. Now, it's mainly jeans. We're still sorting out boxes here in my daughter's house, so I guess you could say I still have a job, albeit a different one.
The really fun thing we've discovered is the freedom we have to go do things without consulting our smartphone calendars. This week, on a whim, we drove up to Breckenridge, Colorado for a day...just because. We walked around town, did some shopping, some eating, spent the night and drove home the next day through a driving snowstorm. Today, we were passing a theater, and decided to go see a movie. Just like that.