The Progression of Days
Each morning in our home, we do have anywhere from a half hour to an hour of the newscasts going on the television. I am seriously thinking this is way too much. I can’t comprehend what is happening in our America right now. I don’t want to analyze it, delve deeper into any one topic or try to change it. I know that is considered to be complacent . . . so be it. When Dennis and I reminisce, he and I have seen more changes in our lifetimes than can be believable. For me, I am comfortable passing the torch to those who are in power, seeking power, to those who know what is needed for positive action or those that think they know it all. This senior citizen is busy taking care of what Dennis and I have on Stauffer Avenue. It may be a selfish attitude, but it is mine.
I have such a good life with minimum bells and whistles. 720 square feet in a home is just right for Dennis and me. We don’t have square footage that is for looking at and not be used. It makes maintenance and cleaning so much more logical. I am enthralled at the “tiny home” movement. Homes from 120 to 320 square feet of well organized construction is sweeping across the nation. They are not mobile homes, aka: trailer houses. These homes are for those who have chosen not to have their homes own them. Less is more.
I digress. It is not unusual for me to wake up in the mornings and have to calculate as to what day of the week it is. I am no slouch when it comes to having full days, I just don’t have my days planned for me. I used to live in that world. All things considered, I am in like with the fact that I have retired and and can do all the things I have always done . . . just a bit more methodically. I honor all my artificial joints that serve me with little or no pain and they will last for a great quality of life.
I sat down at my laptop this afternoon as I needed to take a break from a sewing studio project. I have come so far with a good measure of success. I feared that if I didn’t do quite a bit of mind calculating of the next step, I could be cutting where I shouldn’t. That, right there, is what I am referring to. I don’t rush about during my days. I know what I want to achieve and I am willing to invest all the time it takes. I don’t like “do-overs.” If it takes another day, another week . . . so be it. Most days it is quality and not quantity for me. I said most days. Every once in awhile, I need to put my big girl panties on and realize I did the best I could, so get over it.
This time was well spent and I am now ready to head back into the sewing studio and continue. I feel confident that all will turn out just as I had intended it.