It is hard to believe that we’ve closed out 2017 and the New Year has already begun. For us retired folks here in San Diego, it means more of the same and a few new adventures on the horizon.
Dan has been retired a full year now and I can say he is beginning to adjust. He does play more golf during the week and helps out with gardening at church more often. He’s hoping to get in some skiing, but then he can’t really control when or if the snow will come. Probably the biggest difference is that he doesn’t put in the long hours at the office. You know he still goes into the office because he just can’t help himself! He’s still figuring out what all he’d like to do as a retiree. I suggested reading, napping, walking etc. and was met with a smile and no comment!
I’m in year 9 of retirement and continue to find many things I like to do and want to try. The trick will be to find things we both like and can do together. So far, we’ve come up with two things: travel and travel. We’re deciding on where to go for a short road trip in the next few months and where to go on a big vacation in the fall. I’d like to say we could golf together, but alas, the discrepancies in our skill levels are pronounced. I hope my game improves a lot this year, because golfing together could be fun.
So, let’s see what adventures come our way over the next 12 months. It is a joy and blessing to have worked so many years and be healthy enough to do things now that our days are free of the daily grind. We were both content and even happy with our careers, but this new life is exciting and we don’t want to waste a minute of it. You can bet it will be centered around time with our children and grandchildren, who are our biggest joys here on earth.
Golfing is my love, my challenge, my fun, and my frustration. But then, you all know that by now. The rotator cuff has healed as much as it can without surgery, so I am playing again, but taking only half swings. Can you imagine how long a game could take if I played 18 holes? Good thing I only play 9 holes on par 3 courses!
Last week I played with my regular golfing buddy and Dan joined us so he could get some practice in. Great! His sense of humor was on display when I asked for everyone’s scores on hole number 3. His response, “Two pars and a Katie.” Translation, he and Patrice had pars, and I had… a 5. Funny man.
However, this week the tables turned. When the scores were called for, I couldn’t resit, “Two pars and a Dan.” Yes, Patrice and I had pars and Dan had a 5. I just love how things can change at any time in this game called golf.
I’ve discovered that traveling is a great way to be on the hunt for my favorite collectible: thimbles. They are easy to collect and store, but not necessarily easy to find. I started collecting around 1983…long before retirement! But over the years, the collection has grown to just over 200!
I don’t look for what I call “airport” thimbles, which are inexpensive and usually have tacky machine-stamped logos on them. In a pinch these little icons will do, if they represent a city or place that has meaning and there are no other choices. I tend to look for the unique or unusual that will remind me of a special location or event.
When we travel with friends, they all know to be on the lookout for these hidden treasures and give me a heads up. They are often shelved almost out- of- sight in shops, as I suspect they aren’t great sellers. It’s like an adult scavenger hunt! An added bonus is that they take up no space in a suitcase and don’t add any weight. And, I save lots of money by not collecting jewelry!
These tiny souvenirs are very affordable as far a collectibles go. Some of my favorites cost under $8. Some can be more, a lot more, but those are typically passed by. No one will want my collection because of its value! It’s purely sentimental and a beautiful reminder of places we’ve been.
I’ve managed to acquire thimbles from every continent but Antarctica. Hopefully, I will make it there one day. Then I can declare I’ve been on every continent!
In February, I began volunteering twice a week with the Laubach Council for Literacy. Seems rather ironic to think I am now volunteering to do what I got paid to do for 20+ years! I am working 4 hours a week teaching adults English as a Second Language (ESL).
I have 7 amazing women ages 30-70 who are beginning English speakers. The women represent the countries of So. Korea, Ukraine, Mexico, Columbia, and Iran. We work on building vocabulary, grammar, pronunciation, and conversation skills. They need help with simple things, like ordering food from a restaurant, making doctor appointments, or even answering the phone. I love being able to help and I didn’t realize how much I missed teaching until I began working there. I don’t even mind the prep work that goes into preparing lessons.
The organization serves communities all over the area (I think the US as well). I am located at a local community center that is 3.6 miles from my house. The center offers several English classes designed to meet the needs of the participants. Some folks don’t speak any English and are illiterate in their native tongue. It is so hard to see people in this situation. I wonder how I would do if I was in their shoes. Our job is to teach English, as well as to help them assimilate into our culture. I am blessed I have the time to volunteer and grateful that teaching is a gift that I can use to help those in need.
Yes! It bloomed after last year’s plant surgery to saw the plant in two pieces. I kid you not, the plant was so root-bound that I couldn’t get it apart. There was almost no dirt left! I tried a shovel to break it apart. I tried prying it apart. At last I took it to my son’s house and he sawed it in half. Success! I was left with two halves that I was pretty certain would die of shock. But given the winter to be dormant, they enjoyed the rains we had and eventually seemed
to come to life. Both halves are blooming and doing well. I should not have doubted my skills with plants.
I also managed to save this orchid cactus. It will be blooming soon with beautiful bright red flowers. The wind blew it over earlier this year and not knowing what to do, I just stuck the broken pieces back into the soil and walla! It’s a giant plant now! The red blooms should be ready to break-through any day now.
My red mandevilla plants are vining and showing bright red flowers as well. Even my Christmas cacti are still blooming. They began in October and are still going strong. So I guess I can say I am a gardener after all! Now if I can remember to water everything as summer approaches. LOL
I can’t golf yet, but I walked the course with my friend the other morning. I acted as score keeper. As I feared, she is getting better and better, while I can barely move my arm.
As we were walking from the 1st tee, I noticed little soap bubbles all over the course. What?! Was the course dirty or something? Did the nearby car wash explode and bubbles drifted onto the course? Where were these bubbles from?
Then I noticed all these sprouts of grass everywhere. Of course, when you aren’t lugging a golf bag or concentrating on the game, you notice these oddities. I had to contain my curiosity until we finished the round.
I went to the front desk and asked what the deal was with the soap and silky sprouts. Did you guess the soap was fertilizer and the grass was full of new seedlings? Guess I have a lot to learn about this game called golf.
So, just what is a rotator cuff and how do you tear it? My online dictionary says it is a “capsule with fused tendons that supports the arm at the shoulder joint and is often subject to athletic injury.”
The good news is I can be considered an athlete! I always wanted to be an athlete, but that means you have to have some sort of ability-which I do not have. I have learned to swing a club and I golf twice a week so I guess that makes me a retired golfing pro!
The bad news is that I partially tore my left rotator cuff. The diagnosis from an MRI came with lots of other long words I can’t pronounce. All I know is that I can’t really move the arm much. Sleeping is a bear and I’m sidelined from swinging a club.
The good news is we are going to try physical therapy first before surgery. I have a great physical therapist that I have had before for hip bursitis, so I have a lot of confidence in him. Things are going REALLY slow right now.
The bad news is I am missing out on all of the great spring golfing weather. I hate the hot summers, so spring is my favorite time to golf! I’ll let you know when I can swing a club again…