Four Days To Go

One week from today I will be retired. I’m wondering what I will do. First, I plan not to wake up at 4:30 AM (making such a plan will probably ensure that I do). Whenever I do wake up, I don’t plan to check the weather and traffic reports before going out the door. If I do go out the door, it may be to get a nice breakfast at Denny’s (I say this simply to irritate the rest of my family). I won’t read the newspaper because we haven’t taken it for years, and I’m not sure that I’ll be eager to go online until sometime midday. I won’t go fishing because I don’t fish. I won’t go golfing because I don’t golf. The truth of the matter is that my salvation is in our imminent relocation (voluntary, of course). The movers arrive on September 10 and so the first week-and-a-half of my retirement will be spent, I’m sure, on getting ready for them. I’m guessing that it will be—at least at first—like an extended vacation. It doesn’t seem possible right now, but I imagine that that day will come when I actually miss seeing the people I’ve worked with for the past 11+ years. I can also imagine that Mary is wondering what she’s going to do with me around all the time. She may go back to work.