Taking inspiration from my youngest grandson who aspires to modeling and fashion design (does he have that "resting bitch" look?), I had my hair cut to his latest fashion statement -- buzz cut on the sides and back with longer top hair spilling over my head. Mine is still a bit short, and it will never look exactly the same on a 68 year old head as it does on a 16 year old head, but I like it. It is such fun to see him experiment with different looks and creative avenues. Not bad for a high school junior.
Not working is giving me time to look around, take a breath, think, and read. There has been time to study Serious Ocean Sailing. The book convinced me that we will not be globe trotting in our sail boat plunging into 20-30 foot ocean waves and gale force 40 knot winds attempting to avoid disaster after pending disaster.
I've started two other sailing related books that have been on my shelf for several years, just waiting for me to have time for them. Perhaps they will paint a brighter and gentler off shore sailing picture. Somehow, horrible weather can be avoided. But wait, do I spend my time reading all day?
This new life has presented some surprises. When I was hopping out of bed every weekday morning at 6:30 AM to ensure that I arrived at work in a timely manner, my mate took care of everything. He shopped, cooked, maintained the car and boat, slogged the dry cleaning back and forth, and kept the house up as any high caliber house husband should. Now, like Gibbs in NCIS, he is creating rules for me to follow if we are to maintain a happy domestic life together and keep him from going crazy having me around all day. Adjustments must be made and I know the rules will multiply. I can live with them (I will practice, I promise!).
- Rule #1: Last one out of bed has to make it. You have to understand that a cherished luxury is to listen to NPR radio news until 7:30 or 8:00 from the comfort of my pillowed, sleep number bed. This morning, to avoid the task, I scurried out at 5 AM while he was still sleeping and moved to the couch for my radio hours. He had to make the bed. Ta Da!
- Rule #2: Track the medical bills. Probably as not as onerous as it once was before we both went on Medicare and he promised to follow-up with messed up billings from docs and hospitals, it is still a challenge for my challenged by detail brain. Hey, I'm a big picture girl, but I will conquer this!
- Rule #3: Check the planning folder every day. I'm just not used to having to plan my days; they were always planned by the work at hand. Now we schedule "events" to attend and I must handle my own calendar. His motto -- if it's not on the calendar, it doesn't exist. There goes my serendipity "let's go". Not really, as we did up and go to a movie yesterday afternoon -- it was fun to be in a theatre when you are the youngest people of the 12 in the audience. It was very, very quiet with no texting!
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