32 weeks

The title makes it sound like I’ve started a pregnancy blog. Heaven forbid at my age! I’m counting down rather than up so it’s an update on my retirement calendar. Although it may actually be 34 weeks and not 32 but more info is required before the initial decision maybe be changed.

Here is the two part why. Ron believes he read somewhere that the best date is the end of your birthday month. On my list of things to do in June is contact the retirement section of human resources and get the low down. The other aspect of the date is that a certain someone in my life will be in Vegas at the King Memorial Soccer tournament. Bad luck that the Friday after my 60th birthday happens to be that weekend. SO if I want my man around for my ultimate TGIF I may have to delay it a week. So then what is two weeks.

I did learn a few things this last two weeks that I have been on holidays. In no particular order and because I love lists.

• I will miss the people but I won’t miss the grind of daily work or getting lunches organized and up on time.
• I will be busy; my days won’t be boring or empty of things to do
• I will need some structure so I don’t fritter away time
• I will need to establish a sleep/wake up routine so I don’t become a total night owl
• I need at least 2 days per week where I don’t run to the city.

The things I’m so looking forward to, like gran time and creative time, will be done without sacrificing other things. I’m hoping for more friend time and more me time.

The pictures of this post have no bearing on the words. Just some shots that filled my heart with joy today so felt like sharing them.

Thanks for stopping in to read. It’s always nice to connect.

Bernie

Ps – recognize the crocuses now??

Defies description

There are some places that seem to defy description and logic. I think we found one of them.

It started as a

Report Card 1

Report card day was never my favourite day as I never really had an idea what the teacher or the exam results would say. Then of course add in the fact that I failed one of my five final nursing exams. Makes sense why report card day brings a sense of trepidation to me.

So why would I

A for Effort

There are so many possible titles for today’s blog. A for Effort, Honour versus Defeat or A “Bum”mer on Powder Day.

The background story goes like this

Powder Day

Apparently epic is the second most over used word in the English language, right next to fail. Like epic fail falls under the things to not say.

So I will go to other words like extreme, exhausting, exhilarating, enjoyable, enviable (at least to all my skiing friends), invigorating (which sounds like it should start with an E) and exhausting.

Not a News Flash

This won’t come as a news flash to anyone. We’re getting older. All the time. Every one of us. Which is a good thing.

I like to think that I’m not

60 Pluses

The upside, if there is one, to insomnia is how much time one has to think. I try, repeatedly, to return my thoughts to

Worst Enemy

I am, without a doubt, my own worst enemy. I’m chronically tired but always go to bed late because I’m doing one more thing. I feel

Inventor’s Idea?

It all started with an old picture and an ice pack. Which indeed seems kind of random even for me as I write this. The ice packs have been getting a serious work out at our house in the

Zoomer It

If you think I’ve lost my marbles with the title I can tell you I’m not making this up. It’s a real word and a growing industry. Seriously. Zoomer.

A boomer is a zoomer if they want to be. Well why wouldn’t you? Who wants to be an old boring boomer worn out with no zip from too many years of work.

Look at the cover of the Zoomer magazine, which I borrowed from the outpatient clinic lab waiting area (still with my long work story maybe later tale) and tell me this isn’t an industry waiting to explode.

There is a carful of boomers around every corner. We are the biggest demographic and apparently we are going to bankrupt the country when we all want our pensions. We’ve worked hard and don’t want to be old yet. We embraced technology, for the most part says the woman trying to master the three remotes in the basement, and don’t want to go out to pasture yet. So we created a new category and have zipped ourselves into it.

Now I borrowed the magazine because I wanted to read the article about anaesthetics and elderly patient. Purely from a professional interest to see if the main stream media is saying what the docs I work with are reading and what I see in the real world in the “theatre” ( fancy word for operating room).

And then today, somewhere in one of my feeds, I saw this article below. I couldn’t find the actual link for it but it does quote the WHO. And in essence it’s saying that boomers are now zoomers.

So there you go except for one thing.

And with ageing does come wear and tear on the “vessel” that we use to zoom around in. And today I feel older than the above mentioned chart classification of young. Mostly because I had my arthritic thumb joint injected because the pain is interfering with work and life. Of course the long-term issue is that I have less strength in it which is probably more significance than the pain but that’s not what this blog post is about.

This post is about staying fit and active. Being the kind of grandparent that gets down on the floor and plays. It’s about keeping up with technology but not being ruled by it. It’s about pacing ourselves while still challenging our own status quo.

Now excuse me while I stop pecking away with one hand and go ice my hand. Stop in with your comments and opinions about your “demographics” and mantras!

Bernie