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??

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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.

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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