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 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.