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THURSDAY OPEN END

I suppose that being retired and all, people would figure that there are endless unstructured days with nothing really laid out to do.

Serious retirees (as opposed to dabblers) and regular readers of this blog will know this is not the case.

I am all structure. Someone once told me that I live like a monk. Order.

I get up and get to it every day. My plate is nicely full. Not too full but full.

There is biking and blogging every day. There is cooking. There is the afternoon dogwalking.

Most afternoons there is a movie.

There are two days for shopping; Tuesday and Friday. There are three days for Meetings. And so on.

We even structure the weekend. Saturday is just another day and Sunday has the family threesome walk with, of course, the Sunday LATimes to read when we get back from the open road.

Now I know that this does not sound like work but it really is. Really.

The exception is Thursday.

Thursday is not booked for anything regular. It is my open day.

The 'order' even provides this treat.

I use it for the occasional appointment; dentist, doc, vet, the like.

Once a month or so we all three go to PetSmart to get dog necessities on Thursday.

But mostly I leave it wide open to let the air in. Anything might come up and does.

Why Thursday? Well, It is disrupted anyway.

Mari comes to clean the house.

Yes, I know. If I cleaned the house I could be fucking busy all the time and even lose some sleep.

Not me.

She takes over the house so even my regular shit gets rearranged.

Nice.

I am in the front of the house in the AM and then get moved to the rear.

I read. I nap. I look into space.

Thursday where the order is no order.

Today I had a pretty clear time and it just flew as I read my new Ward Just novel, his first.

A Soldier of the Revolution; just back in print.

It is great. Good thing. He was wiped out as a journalist after Viet Nam and this was the life turning step. It was a great success.

He has all the moves that I recognize in his writing; the 13 novels afterward. Many, many essays and short stories.

I will also take a swim.

Something.

Thursday.

Labels: retirement, Ward Just