I am sitting here watching the news and thinking about eleven years ago. And not having to get up to go to work on Monday morning. Ever again.
I retired April 1st 2010. A good way to spend April Fool’s Day. I have never regretted retiring as early as I could. Particularly when years like 2020 come along and recalibrate your plans.
I think retiring in the spring is a smart move. My husband retired in January. Dark. Cold. Stuck indoors most of the time. It is hard to transition when you are limited in things to do.
I found my hobbies and interests kept me busy. My garden. Cooking.
I then discovered the Conservancy and volunteering and the last ten years have been filled with activities that keep me busy even during the pandemic.
Last year I spent every other day for six months in the community gardens, tending my own plot, and helping with the food bank.
We have done more than a ton of food each of the past two years. Many of us who are retired use this outlet as our way to give back, while keeping active.
I also volunteer in many ways to support my husband’s hobby. Amateur radio. I cook for Field Days. For the annual “Fowl Fest”. I hope we get to conduct those activities soon, as we miss our friends and the good times we have when we are together. Like our crazy summer emergency preparedness field days. In the heat. Or rain. Or wind. But still, enjoying our hobbies with our friends.
I miss cooking for the radio guys. They are so appreciative of what we make for them. Yeah, we enjoy our meals here, but I have been cooking dinner every night for almost 400 days now. I really want to have those restaurant nights again, and want to cook for friends and family.
I know. This evening I am reminiscing, and also whining a bit about this lost year. Missing friends. Missing family. Missing my 50th reunion, which I hope will someday take place. Missing the gatherings. The sharing.
We just need to hang on a while longer. Beat this virus. So we can enjoy decades more of retirement.
But one good thing about this forced isolation. My husband got back into cooking. making a number of dinners now. Like the clam and fennel chowder I wrote about. And just simple things like pasta.
Here’s to better days. And meals with friends. And dinners at restaurants. And travel. Yeah, I miss travel. We will get there. Won’t we? I have faith. And I want to get out there.