the sisterhood
It has been a year since I retired/retreaded/revised myself. At first it was so weird to be out and about in the middle of a weekday afternoon. I felt like I was playing hooky. What if someone saw me from work? But wait, I wasn't working. It didn't matter who saw me. And it seemed as if I was invisible - maybe because I slunk around like I was committing a crime, shoulders hunched over, making my frame even shorter than my 5 feet 1 1/2 inches. No wonder my shoulders ached. So used to being productive and having to rush, I got up every morning and felt guilty if I read the paper. Maybe I should throw in a load of laundry, vacuum or scrub the kitchen floor. Or start writing a novel? Put all my pictures in albums? Run? Do yoga? Lift weights? Watch a movie? I always thought it would be cool to watch a movie in the middle of the day....so far I haven't done it yet but I feel it happening soon. ...