As I wait for my oatmeal to cool to tolerable heat, I’m ready for the day to start. I’m in the kitchen typing on the table where we eat meals. My dog, he’s 5 years old last week, is on my lap. Something tells me he’s a happy boy. I don’t know that he knows he can’t have my oatmeal. It’s not for dogs.
I have laundry waiting to dry in the dryer. Then I have to finish my breakfast and see if I can’t get some rest from the light morning’s work.
The daylight isn’t here yet. It’s past seven thirty in the morning. I think it’s a Saturday but it’s only Wednesday morning. Or is it Thursday morning? Being retired, the days start to blend into each other. As the man from the bank said, every day is Saturday when you retire. He was teaching a group of us about Social Security retirement. The bank is a good one and it’s eager to teach its members about financial things.
I’m trying to gain some weight. I lost sixty pounds in a span of two years. I gave up carbs and ate protein (meat, powder and bacon). Now I’m 88 lbs light. I don’t know how to climb the ladder to gain weight. My PCP says to eat meat and rice. That’s what I’m doing now. We ate chicken wings with broccoli, mushrooms and the odd chicken liver last night. I shared some of my wings with my dogs. Don’t worry, they didn’t have the bones.
I’m trying to write a story but the characters aren’t that defined as of yet. In the span of time of COVID, when I lost weight and I gave up writing full time, I seem to have lost the urge to write. It’s a blow to my ego that my books aren’t selling. I’m told that I have to present myself in front of a crowd of people who read books, and sell my books with a reading.
I’m not eager to travel to nearby or distant places to tour and sell. It requires time, and money and being alone in a city that may or may not be hospitable. I sell my books on Facebook and Instagram. But I think that my Muse is happy in retirement. I have to nudge my Muse everytime I start to write my blog and ask Him if it’s a good time to write. Most of the time He loses interest in writing.
The cool morning is blowing a chill throughout the kitchen. I’m happy that the laundry is almost finished. I have a long sleeve t-shirt that’s perfect to wear over my singlet at this time.
I joined NaNoWriMo but I’m already lagging behind. I used to write over 500 words at a time when I’m focused into my story. Now I search for inspiration for my story and I don’t have it yet.
Such is my day. I thank God that I have the chance to rest in my retirement. Jobs are available for retirees but I can’t work. I had a fall early this year and was in the hospital for three weeks. The following week and onto the full month I was in Rehab. I travelled to the rehab gym in town every day. Now I don’t have much to do except pray and prepare a side dish for lunch, our heaviest meal of the day. I can get used to retirement.
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