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Productivity is a relative term.

Type A personality types who must be constantly busy and productive must also be constantly exhausted. Or maybe I just wish that so I don’t feel guilty about not being as virtuous as they are. Much as I wish I could be like them, that’s not the way I was engineered. My mother had to register me in morning kindergarten so I could nap in the afternoons and unfortunately, the habit stuck. I still love to nap in the afternoons. It was inconvenient when I was working (!!) but now that I’m retired I am free to do—not entirely without guilt but it helps if no one else is home to make me feel like I should be doing something productive. I guess I’d describe myself as Type D-minus. Having nothing on my agenda and lots of time to devote to it is my idea of a perfect day.

Life wasn’t always a week of Saturdays which is why I appreciate retirement so much. During all those years of getting up in the dark, driving to work in the dark, driving home in the dark, preparing a meal, doing chores and never getting enough sleep I only dreamed of the schedule I enjoy today. Sometimes at work, I’d be so totally exhausted I’d feel like my head was going to thump down on my desk. It was everything I could do to keep my eyelids from slamming shut. Sleep deprivation is a common affliction among working people and we’re made to feel guilty if we aren’t giving our jobs one hundred and ten percent. I think millennials have turned their backs on that attitude, which is another topic for another day. It was different for boomers and even more so for our parents, The Greatest Generation.

Retirement has afforded me the time to be my own boss—a well-earned luxury and a privilege. Spending a day in my own home doing whatever I want is a complete and utter joy. Most of the time I don’t even put the radio on as the news or a talk show that focuses on political or social conflicts only spoils my tranquility. Daytime television is verboten unless I have a pile of ironing to do. Then, I set up the ironing board in the living room and iron while I watch one of my favourite PVR’d shows. I read voraciously; I compose my rants for Boomerbroadcast; I sit in the yard; go for a walk; putter about the house; generally I live my best life.

One of the most pleasurable uses of our time.

That’s not to say I’m anti-social or inactive. Not at all. Lunches with girlfriends are great fun. We now have the time and energy required for entertaining at home from time to time. Attending seminars on subjects of personal interest, visiting friends and indulging in hobbies are all part of retirement life. Even having the luxury of being able to go grocery shopping on a quiet Tuesday morning is an utter joy. There are always new sights in the city to see, new movies to check out or author readings to attend. Many boomers are dedicated volunteers, contributing generous, unpaid hours to various community services.

But there’s nothing quite as delicious as a day chez moi. Too many of those days would, of course, be sad but that’s not what we’re talking about. I’ve spent considerable time and a little bit of money getting my home to be a place of complete comfort and joy. My boomer gal pals have also created colourful, creatively decorated homes that they too enjoy and enjoy sharing with friends. We’re nesting and loving it.

Now that I’m in my 70s (Yeoww! That number still blows my mind), I’ve become philosophical about my time left. It could be 20 years, which will fly by far too quickly, or it could be 20 minutes. As we’ve watched some of our friends cope with illness and others pass away, we have a greater appreciation for the time we’re enjoying now. Every day is truly a gift, wherever and however I choose to spend it. And for that, I am truly grateful. How do you spend your days of eternal Saturdays?

This Post Has 8 Comments

  1. Your way is definitely my way, Lynda.
    I hope you”re able to appreciate your Saturdays for a very long time.

    1. And you too!!

  2. Love this write up. I remember being so exhausted some days at work that I would go to a cubicle in the Ladies room to just close my eyes to regain some strength to finish the day. When people asked what I was going to do when I retired it felt like I needed to have a plan. Well my plan was to do whatever I wanted to do….I loved my job but when the door opened to retirement, I ran thru it with no regrets. I count my blessings for being able to have had a job that would allow me to reap the rewards of a happy retirement as well as lifelong friends to enjoy it with.

    Gail from Oakville

    1. Amen, girlfriend! But, I’d like a blood transfusion from you in hopes I could absorb some of your energy now!!

  3. Lynda, like you I am amazed by the energy and busyness of some of our shared friends. Some love the constant adventures and having a calendar full of events. I like a nice balance, busy at times, but not enough to exhaust me. I love to sit on my porches, my deck and read, so that everyday is enjoyed in different and equally fulfilling ways. Maybe part A type but other times a C. I have no problem with that!😊

    1. We share a similar retirement ethic! Thanks for your comments, Deb.

  4. Glad your days are happy ones. Never imagined you in any turmoil, always saw the consummate professional. Also very glad to have you as a friend.
    Hugs
    Keith

    1. Putting in several proposals a week is stressful and exhausting. Just ask the lady next to you. Always appreciate your support!

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When you’re retired, every day is Saturday

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