My retirement is closing in on eighteen years, and I reckon it’s time I learned to relax at home. For the first few years every day was Saturday, which meant it was time to get work done around the house. But Saturday turned into seven-day weeks of year-long bouts of getting “work done around the house.” (I wonder if that’s what happens to other people who retire? Some tell me they’ve never been so busy.)
To relax, I have to run away. And I’m good at running away. I love my drift trips for steelhead, fishing the Umpqua River, stalking bass at various reservoirs, camping out at Diamond Lake…that kind of thing. But those trips don’t solve the problem.
Take a few days off and “IT” grows while I’m gone. I’m finally determined to master the art of ignoring “IT.” Here’s the plan: I’m going to put a stack of books I’ve been intending to read beside my recliner, along with chips and dips and my favorite brand of brew, sign up for Amazon Prime videos, fasten my seat-belt, and suffer the pangs of withdrawal from keeping up with “IT.”
Wish me luck. (I’m rooting for you, too.)