Photo-a-day 10: When in doubt, push the envelope.

cinnamon roll dough and cranberry filling
Dried cranberries, hazelnuts, maple syrup, brown sugar, and cinnamon in a futile effort to escape.

Oh, sure, this dough looks a little overstuffed, but hey! time’s a wastin’!

I figure, in retirement, why not risk overstuffing a day, an hour, a month with new and/or favorite adventures?

Link of the day: 21 Fulfilling Ways to Pass Time in Retirement
Flaw: Baking isn’t specifically mentioned.

Current favorites from the above list:

  • Take a class [For me, one on Publishing on Amazon at the local community college.]
  • Write a book/blog. [see above]
  • Adopt a pet [By far, my favorite. I’m hoping Buddy feels the same way.]

    picture of black dog in photo frame

What’s been working for you? What are your favorite pastimes in retirement?

Photo-a-day 9: Noticing nature

frost tipped ivy

I was walking the dog this morning.

On familiar streets.

The routine was in full swing, until…

I was lucky enough to note, for me, a new phenomenon.

These frosted ivy leaves almost look Photoshopped. Nope, it’s the real thing.

And I thought…what else–during these days of retirement–have I missed when I fall into routines?

I Googled ‘noticing nature’ and came upon this article–an exercise, really–entitled none other than Noticing Nature from an interesting site called Greater Good in Action: Science-based Practices for a Meaningful Life.

Uncanny…in sharing this photo with you fellow retirees, I had unwittingly approximated the first two of the exercise’s four steps.

Give this site a try.

 

 

 

Photo-a-day 8: Savor your loved ones…

family photo

Srinivas Rao writes a moving piece entitled On the Time We Have Left With The People Who Matter Most To Us

Highlights:

  • “The ultimate measure of a meaningful life is time well spent on things and with the people who matter most to us.”
  • “We need to hear each other’s voices to touch each other’s hearts truly. And you can’t do that with tweets, status updates and text messages.”
  • “…we text more often than we call, we and we message each other more often than we see each other face to face. We choose short, shallow interactions over deep and meaningful conversations.”

Fellow retirees: This isn’t meant to slay you with guilt. Reading this five-minute piece can issue a minor wake-up call to all of us.

If we have the time, let’s maximize it
with the ones we love and appreciate.

Photo-a-Day 7: End Your Day With Laughter

boy laughing with book on his knee
Especially if it’s been ‘one of those days’.

The other night in bed, I read a news clipping [yes, on real newsprint!] about decluttering.

Good info and a relevant story.

But I foolishly scanned the flip side–a depressing rundown of Russia’s increasing influence in American politics.

When I finished, I turned out the light and settled in under the covers.

My eyes closed…and opened.

I was churning, unsettled.

I knew what I had to do.

Flick on the light and read from Jim Gaffigan’s book, Food: A Love Story.

Excerpt:

“Eating fries without salt feels like a sacrifice. What am I, a pioneer? When I have to eat unsalted fries, I often feel like I should be a contestant on Survivor, or something.”

Okay, now I was ready to sleep.

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL!

Photo-a-day 6: It ain’t ‘House Beautiful’ but…

In our retirement years, do we really need the unending crawl of miscellaneous minutiae? [In any years, actually.]

Slap a piece of inexpertly shaped cardboard again the TV.
Prop it up with a book or two.
And you have my makeshift [i.e. desperate] attempt to stifle that annoying march of repeated sports scores across the bottom of the screen. [Just a matter of time before ESPN starts posting results of the drone-racing they’ve started televising. **]

**Honest, I only know this from the on-screen guide.


Photo-a-day 5: Merge new memories with old ones.

This is the new memory…pretty sure it’s a lasting one.

So, driving to home town, I opt to dodge the traffic on the main highway and take the ‘old road’, the one my dad drove when we were kids.

My first stop was Rocca’s Market, a place I’d never been. Google told me this would fill my arms with Sunday dinner from the grill. [Google will tell you darn near everything, won’t it? It’s up to us to sift through it all.]

Anyway, I enjoyed driving down old Monterey Highway and revisiting memories of junior high basketball games, high school friends, and favorite track coaching moments.

And, talk about revisiting old memories…

I caught this sunset shot before exiting toward my home town. Follow that sun and you’ll end up in the Pacific Ocean, by way of acres of agricultural land.

Photo-a-day 3: When in doubt, find sunshine.

sunshine-on-pine.jpg

I can take the cold and wet of winter. It’s the darkness that gets me. So when the sun is out, I bolt from the house. We’re retired. We have the time. No sense staying locked up and losing those precious rays. In fact, it’s calling my name right now.