The 50-hour workweek of the job I just retired from required me to be super-organized when I wasn’t at work. Saturdays were devoted to laundry, plant watering, grocery shopping and other errands. Sundays were my real break from the frenzy of the rest of the week. I loved Sundays.
I haven’t developed my retirement routine yet. So I don’t even know what day of the week it is. For example, I watch the evening news on TV. (Yes, I do read breaking news online, but just as I still like the rustle of the newspaper in my hand, I like my news on a big screen.) When I commented to Peter last weekend that I thought it was unusual for the weekday news anchor to be on the air on a Saturday rather than his regular weekend replacement, Peter reminded me that it was Friday.
And then there are our plants, always watered before breakfast on Saturdays. For the last two weeks, it took me until late afternoon to realize that it was Saturday and I had forgotten them.
I have decided that I need to pay more attention to what day of the week it is, and I have found an easy solution. It’s my bright red pill container. It is divided into seven sections, each marked with a letter.
M, T, W, T, F, S, S.