It is interesting to note how moving to a retirement home has changed my perspective about life.
I should have been in church this Sunday morning, but I chose to walk through a nearby shopping center as the sun flooded the landscape.
I hadn’t given much thought to how much time I now spend traveling across blacktop and cement. I did take time, however, to enjoy patches of decorative grass alongside a building and made a note to snap a photograph the next time I pass.
Yet, I may not pass that way again knowing that I don’t have to do anything but eat, sleep and watch the women Ducks play softball.
Today, I’m more concerned about whether an umpire will call the corners when Megan Kleist pitches than debating whether to order pancakes or waffles for breakfast.
During my outing this morning I whiled away the time at a St. Vinnies store and noticed all of the “stuff” that my wife and I no longer need now that we’re in an apartment and are fed three times a day.
“Gotta watch my weight,” I keep reminding myself as I listen to the waitress run through the dessert offerings. Normally, I choose an ice cream cone rather than calorie-laden pie and other goodies.
Now that I’m retired, housed and fed, I should follow the rather strict workout regimine that I mapped out a few months ago. Unfortunately, walking a mile by rounding the retirement building five times now seems formidable.
It’s easier to sit in front of a computer and check e-mail messages and to learn what friends (and strangers) are doing on Facebook.
Or to play a game or two or three or four or five of Solitaire.
Watching the University of Oregon women’s softball team play on TV also requires an investment of several hours a week, which interrupts my nap time, especially now that the team is headed to the World Series.
Nevertheless, I am learning the importance of prioritizing my life in new ways: Breakfast at 7:30, lunch at noon and dinner at 5:30. Maybe a walk now and then even if most of it is on blacktop and cement.
* Photo courtesy of UO Athletic Department