Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Gulliver in the Land of the Furry Lilliputians With Tiny, Sharp Claws

Yesterday, I reported to the animal shelter to do whatever they needed me to do.  They told me they'd already done all the litter box changing, so I could help socialize the cats by playing with them.  Is there a more perfect job description?  There must have been at least 60 cats and kittens.  I tried counting but then gave up.  I took two furry tabby kittens to the play room, but after entertaining them for about ten minutes, I ended up just taking the cats out of their cages and playing with them in the same room.  After I had opened every cage and petted them while singing to them (I'm not sure if they really enjoyed that or were just trying to be polite - you just can't tell with cats), I ventured into the kitten room.  There were ten kittens: four yellow tigers, three black ones, two Siamese, and one gray kitty.  When I went into the room, all the kitties started climbing my legs, swarming my tennis shoes, and chewing on my shoelaces.  Then I sat down....I felt like Gulliver in the land of the Lilliputians.  The kitties jumped on my lap, my back, my arms, and my head, AND they started biting!  Their tiny, sharp claws were making me wish that my jeans were not mere denim, but something much stronger.  I felt teeth through my blue jeans and knew I would have all kinds of bite marks and scratches.  I exited the room and found one of the workers.  I told her, "If you have some nail clippers, I will cut all the kittens' claws."  Soon, I had to ask for a towel so I could wrap the kittens up burrito-style to keep them from biting me and squirming around while I was attempting to cut their little claws.  Believe it or not, I managed to cut all ten of the kittens' claws.

Maybe next week, I'll do something easy like taking one dog for a walk...

Monday, August 24, 2015

Aren't You Bored?

When I tell people I'm retired, the most frequently asked question is,"What do you do all day?" followed by, "Aren't you bored?"

I am flabbergasted that people would even ask me that.  I don't have time to be bored.  As the title of my blog reads:  retirement is the best job I ever had.  I love my life now.

Being bored is a luxury.  I have so many projects going on and so much to do.  Here's a short list of what I've been doing since my retirement four years ago:

started this blog;
taught Sunday School;
taught Vacation Bible School;
wrote a novel;
started a second novel;
already have idea for third novel;
wrote a short story;
took guitar lessons;
took piano lessons;
took art courses;
trying out new recipes; 
lost 50 pounds;
traveled to New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, Prince Edward Island, Washington D.C., Virginia, Hawaii, Navarre, Panama City;
took care of Wayne through a heart attack, stents, diverticulitis with an abscess, and bleeding ulcers;
shopped in the middle of the day;
stayed in bed all day reading;
stayed up all night reading;
watched movies til 4 a.m.;
met friends for lunch all over the city;
tried to get Walter certified as a Visiting Pet - he wasn't ready but we still visit a friend in the nursing home;
volunteered at the animal shelter;
stayed with my sister-in-law for a month while she was going through chemotherapy;
re-learned how to crochet and knit;
had two meniscus repair surgeries;
joined Masters Swimming;

Those are the things I can think of right now.  All these are in addition to all the chores and errands everyone does, but now I don't have to rush through them after work when I'm  stressed out or exhausted.  You know - paying bills, gardening, housework, going through the mail, going to grocery and drug store....

I'm so happy to be retired, and I feel sorry for people who still have to work, but I try not to rub it in.....










Tuesday, August 18, 2015

How To Get Things Done

I gave myself a list of chores to do around the house.  I decided to stay at home and accomplish tasks instead of running errands.  Well, it's 1:20 in the afternoon, and I've been up since around 10 a.m.  The only things I've done:  drunk two cups of coffee, cleaned the kitty litter box, washed sheets and put them on the bed, fed the dog, bought a few things online, gone through e-mail, pulled three weeds, danced, and started going through my blog again.  

I still have not fed the birds, re-filled the water jugs outside for the critters in the back yard, baked bread for a friend, eaten anything, or cleaned the metal zebra sculpture I just bought.   

Oh, and I'm still in my nightgown....

Retirement is fabulous!

Got To Dance!

You know that scene in the movie, Begin Again, when James Corden has a party at his apartment, and he puts on a song and dares everyone not to dance?  I looked on the soundtrack for Begin Again and didn't see the song, so I kept looking and found the name of the group and the song.  It's Skipworth and Turner's "Thinking About Your Love."  I'd never heard of the group or the song, but it is wonderful.  Try not dancing to it and see how long you can resist....