I often encounter an attitude from my still-working peers that retired people have time hanging from their hands like loops of yarn. I’m sorry to tell you this, but it just ain’t so!
When I retired, multiple people, mostly those still working, warned me that I would often be bored. However, a long-retired relative gave me a very different warning: “Not only are you going to wonder how you ever got it all done before you retired, you’re not going to believe how much more there is to be done! It will suck you in!” I tucked her advice into the “Housework expands to fill all available time” file and promptly disregarded it.
She was right.
Following a busy and stressful week, I woke on a recent Sunday morning pleasantly conscious that there was nothing I had to do. As I stretched and swung my legs to the bedside rug, I congratulated myself on a “free” day.
And so I rose to immediately begin cleaning litter boxes, followed by feeding my complaining felines. Necessary chores completed, I wandered upstairs to my computer, cup of tea in hand, to check my e-mail and read the news. Then I wandered just as leisurely back downstairs to prepare breakfast and read a bit of my latest novel, sitting in my favorite battered green armchair by the living room window. But that relaxation proved to be a mixed blessing, because the window looks out on my small rose garden. Still blooming heavily at the start of autumn, the bushes looked awfully untidy.
An hour later, the roses were deadheaded and trimmed up a bit, the groundcover had been snipped back, and some dead hosta stems removed. Carrying the detritus to the bin in the garage, I dropped a few leaves and stems on the garage floor. Well, it wouldn’t hurt to move the car out and sweep the garage floor. That done, though, I noted that the car mats could certainly use a vacuuming, and the whole interior of the car would look a bit better if it was cleaned of the pandemic-constant of disinfectant residue. The windows inside were a touch smeary, too. A bit of glass cleaner wouldn’t go amiss. Oh, and before I drove the car back into the garage, I should run to the end of the driveway and grab the mail, still sitting in the mailbox since Saturday.
Returning the vacuum and cleaning sprays to the hall closet made me realize that I’d best get a bit of housework done: dishes to be washed, kitchen and bathroom floors to be swept. Again responding to my pandemic-induced madness regarding cleanliness, those same bathroom surfaces should probably be disinfected. Although the floors had been thoroughly mopped four days previously, heaven alone knew what I might have tracked in since that time, so it wouldn’t hurt to fill the mop with solution and run it over just the traffic paths. In fact, the carpet, also just vacuumed four days ago, should probably be vacuumed lightly along the traffic paths before the mopping was done, so nothing would track onto the hard floors.
Hauling the vacuum upstairs made me aware that my bed wasn’t yet made. Just as well; the sheets needed to be changed. I should change the towels in the bathrooms, too. Carrying these items downstairs to the washer, I noted that the medicine dispenser for my sick cat was sitting on the countertop and needed to be filled. I really should do that now, and give her a dose, as well. Oh, and the dispenser which held my vitamins and supplements was also awaiting a refill. I should do that, too. Drat, the mail was still sitting there on the countertop, unopened. Ah, mostly junk…and bills. Sigh. Well, I should pay these bills. And I really should update my budget spreadsheet.
While doing that update, though, it struck me that I had work to do for a friend, updating her business manuals and flyers. Well, as long as the computer was booted, I might as well devote an hour to working on those.
But as I completed these chores, I glanced at my fingers on the keyboard, noticing that my cuticles were ragged and my nails all of differing lengths and badly shaped. Hmmm, well, as I seemed to be finished with cleaning products for the day, it might be a good idea to tend to them, and give myself a quick pedicure, too.
By this time, it was now 5:00 p.m. An hour later, manicure and pedicure completed, I decided that I really should consider cooking dinner, since breakfast and then the leftovers that I’d reheated for lunch were beginning to seem a very long time ago.
Rinsing my dinner dishes and stacking them in the sink, I took a deep breath and called a halt. Washing dishes could wait until morning. I wanted to read my book again for a bit before trooping upstairs to have a shower and wash my hair and finally fall into bed, exhausted from my “free” day.
I really hope I don’t have too many more days with nothing to do. I’m not sure I’d survive them.
If you enjoyed this essay, you might also like “Clearing the Clutter”, which can be found in the Archives from January 15, 2020, or “Household Chores: Love ’em, Hate ’em”, published March 18, 2020.