Another week gone in Day to day life from a woman that turned 60 in Oct 2014 and who lives on a farm and Retired on January 2, 2016. I plan to do more sewing, work outside in the yard and just enjoy my retirement.

  • Oct. 17, 2015, 6:48 p.m.
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Good grief time seems to be getting away from me even more than before. Over halfway through October already. Both older kids are another year older and this is the month my odometer turn too. My excitement and joy has tempered somewhat. The two kids are concerned that I’ll lose my gusto about the plans I have mentioned. Dude thinks I’ll get tired of sewing and then not sure what he thinks. Guess I need to add something to my “going to do” list when I retire. Not sure why I need to worry about it as I have more things that needs to be done than I have a time to accomplish. I will give it a shot though. AND if I have a day or two that I don’t want to do anything but sit and be on the computer and snuggle in my chair there is nothing that will keep that from happening on occasion. Don’t want that to be “retirement” but it will be nice to have the option for once in my life.

Had the grandgirls last night and today. Today was Isaiah’s turn to go with his Nana to Six Flags. Brrrrr. The temperatures dropped last night and not sure we got a frost but I covered my pepper plants anyway last night and tonight. They are so late at producing that I want to try to get a few green peppers to put in my freezer for the winter. I have about 3 or 4 but could use that many more. I attended my nephew and his wife’s baby shower today. Let me tell you it was weird for me. This nephew is my brother 2d son by his 1st wife. His 1st wife was and still is a crazy and lunatic woman. She and her mother made my brother miserable, but even worse, they also talked crap about my mom. Anyone who knew my mom knew it was all lies, but there were those that didn’t know my mom and when she would have to be involved in something the atmosphere was apparent that several believed the lies. Mom’s reaction was to kill them all with kindness to make it obvious that the stories were just that, stories. Well anyway my x sil threw the shower and I received my invite about 3 wks ago. I’m so naive in that I assumed my brother and his wife and my niece had also been invited. Um no. My sister got an invite, but last night texted me to tell me she was taking her son to the pumpkin patch instead. My stress level went sky high when I saw my brother and his wife go past my house that was away from the direction to go to the shower....I prayed “oh Lord don’t let me the ONLY one on this side of the family going to be there”. In my mind I convinced myself that my niece, which is 1/2 sister to the soon to be daddy, would be at the shower. Nope. I was the only one from my brother’s side of the family there. Well and my grandgirls. I was so grateful that my ggirls were with me today. Of course my nephew and his wife were glad that I’d come to the shower and I was too, however when I got home, I was exhausted. Totally and completely drained of all energy. The stress took its toll and I took a quick nap to try and revive. The nap helped and I was able to fix supper. That is about all I’ve done but without the nap, there would have been nothing cooked for supper for sure.

I even ached from the tension in my body from sitting in almost all strangers from 1-3:30 pm. I had made two large receiving blankets, a changing pad (crib size), two burp cloths and a bib and then added a set of snack holders with lids. It was all appreciated and I was relieved when it ended. My Mom would have been so proud of me for not only attending but staying until it was over. I learned from the best. I sure missed and thought of Mom a LOT today.

I know there are more interesting things I could write about like the leaves changing, the lack of rain we’re had, the high fire risks and my impending retirement but since I’m watching Mannheim Streamroller on PBS, I think I’ll end this, sit back and enjoy the concert. Take care and God Bless


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