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Baby Boomer's social commentary on life in OUR sixties for those who rocked life in THE sixties.

No more alarm clocks

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Retirement brings so many delights it’s hard to count the ways, but one benefit is particularly sweet. Since I retired I can’t recall a single time I’ve been shocked awake by the clock radio before my body has determined it’s ready to get up. Fortunately my honey is a morning-man so if I do have an early appointment I can count on him to wake me up.

Don't miss this one tiny bit!

Don’t miss this one tiny bit!

Monday, January 14, 1980. Pickering, Ontario. 6:28 a.m. Snuggled under the duvet in my bed on a cold dark winter morning, dreaming sweet dreams. Suddenly I’m jolted awake by the sounds of Bobby McFerrin singing Don’t Worry, Be Happy, which is probably the song I hate most in the entire history of music. When the song ends, the voice on the radio says, “. . . and now a traffic report. Highways across the GTA are snow-covered and icy this morning after last night’s four-inch snow fall. Expect delays on Highway 401 westbound at Port Union Road where a car is blocking two lanes following a fender-bender. Police are on the scene but drivers are advised to switch to Highway 2 which is also stop and go due to increased volume . . . blah, blah, blah”. I immediately get a giant knot in my stomach and my feet haven’t even hit the floor yet.

I was never engineered to be a morning person.

I was never engineered to be a morning person.

Or what about business trips when you’re at a hotel in another city? You’ve requested a wake-up call and you brought your own battery alarm clock which is set to go off at 6:28 a.m., but what if both fail? What if jet lag makes you snooze through the alarm? What if there are no taxi’s to take you to the office?

The stress of morning alarm clocks still lingers even though they’re no longer a part of my life. But the upside is that not hearing an alarm clock makes the experience of laying in bed until your creaky old body is ready is just that much sweeter. Yep. That’s just another one of those things about retirement that makes life so sweet.

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Author: Lynda Davis

As an early Baby Boomer, born in 1947, it seems to me that as we approach our retirement years, Boomers have gone from being the energy driving our nation to slowly becoming invisible. We risk losing our identity as society remains stubbornly youth-centric. And the irony is that Gen Xers and Ys are not the majority; we are. BOOMERBROADcast is my platform for being the voice of Baby Boomers, women in particular. We've generated a lot of changes over the decades but there's still a long way to go. After a 40-year career in the corporate world, I've taken up expressing the observations and concerns of our generation. Instead of pounding the pavement in my bellbottoms with a cardboard sign, I'm pounding my laptop (I learned to type on a manual typewriter and old habits die hard). If you have issues or concerns you would like voiced or have comments on what I've voiced, I'd love to hear from you. We started breaking the rules in the sixties and now that we're in our sixties it's no time to become complacent. Hope you'll stay tuned and if you like BOOMERBROADcast, share it with your friends. Let's rock n' roll! If you would like to be notified whenever I publish a new posting, click on the little blue box in the lower right of your screen that says +Follow→ Lynda Davis

One thought on “No more alarm clocks

  1. Now that I too can get up on my “own ” schedule I don’t. I still have that alarm clock going off in my head. However the good part is I can ignore that one, and stay in bed if I want. Another perk of retirement!

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