Now I get it. A year ago June, my husband, Tom, retired. I was working part time and all was good. Then, I retired from my part time job. With the pandemic the days of the week already ran together but when I added retirement to that, I started to understand why Tom continued to tell me he thought it was a different day.
Now that we're in our seventies and both retired it is easy to wonder what day it is. I fill my days with swimming, yoga, and tennis and each activity has its own day and time so I was still somewhat on schedule. I like it that way.
We manage to busy ourselves with our little routines, house projects, neighborhood walks, Netflix, and PrimeVideos, but I still have to look at my Fitbit to see what dang day it is.
What day is it again?
While I am not as addicted to football as Tom, I do love to watch my Alabama boys play! OK, so sometimes I fall asleep, especially when the game run past my bedtime. But, nonetheless, when it comes to Alabama football, I'm there.
When Alabama isn't playing I'm not watching. Tom, on the other hand, will watch just about anything from an *ahem* Auburn game to teams I have never heard of. It's not just one game either, it is one after another. Fortunately, he uses headphones so my peace and quiet remains just that. Do I mind? Not at all. In fact, it amuses me when out of the blue (remember, he's wearing headphones) I hear an outburst that reminds me he is still sitting in his chair being amused or annoyed by some play.
Enjoy, sweetheart ... we have other televisions, tablets, laptops, and phones ... and books, too!
This, too, will pass.
Who Am I?
I am what I am ... nothing more, nothing less. It's not that I know more than anyone else ... it's just that I've lived longer than a good many and have experienced life. I am a people watcher, a listener. I don't judge ... we all have a journey ... thank you for allowing me to share my journey with you.