While working, Mondays were, for some reason, a day of dread – it WAS the start of the work week after all. But now, Mondays are the day after Sunday. At the moment, it is also one of the two days the missus goes to work. And now it is the day that the lawn gets mowed. At least during season…

The weeks have been flying by. Other than the lawn mowing, there is almost nothing that binds a schedule. Monday, lawn mowing, and, now that I think about it, Wednesday is the day we do our errands and get our pizza.

Sunday nights used to be the first night to iron the clothes for the work week. While I still iron, it is NOT nearly as often as it used to be.

Lawn mowing took almost an hour and a half by itself, or nearly two hours when doing weed whacking – which was every other week. So it really wasn’t something that could comfortably be done on an evening after work. So it was reserved for the weekend. Gosh forbid should it rain on the weekend… But now, it’s Monday. But if that doesn’t work Tuesday. And if something happens so Monday and Tuesday are no-gos, then Wednesday it is! Or Thursday! Doesn’t matter any more…

Other than working out the visit to the kid’s house to see the grandkids, or the visit to moms, we can do whatever whenever.

And as far as weeks go, between the visits just mentioned, and the lunches at the state park, and the lunch-and-a-movie days, and the travel: in the less than four months since retiring, we’ve had the equivalent of five weeks vacation. And we have about six more already “planned” / expected before the end of the year as well.

So the schedule has been pretty much thrown out the window. Or at least the rigidity of it has… And it isn’t missed for a minute.