Random Thoughts

Why do new toilet seats make you feel wealthy?  Recently, I replaced both seats in my bathrooms.  When I sit on the new ones I have the feeling of being in someone else's house.  Someone who has a lot of money to spend on things that I really don't need or want to take care of.  But the new seats ... well, they really do feel great.

Why are most people compelled to make resolutions on New Year's Eve that they will ultimately fail (within a couple weeks) to keep?  This year I avoided the pending doom of resolution failure by not making any.  I am pleased to say that I have been true to this plan and have not failed in any attempts.  That said, the age old ones related to loosing weight, getting healthy, and being active are still looming in my sub-consciousness.  Why is that?

What were robins doing in my backyard just a week ago?  It isn't spring and historically the appearance of robins is a harbinger of the warmer seasons approaching.  I have learned, however, that some of these birds apparently don't disappear in the fall by heading south.  In fact, some actually stay around in the winter months.  Not to worry, I haven't seen the robins since.  I think they caught the last bus out of town.

Why do I tend to sleep at least 9 hours a night now that I am retired?  I suspected that it was a reaction to all those years of being sleep deprived, when my normal week day resulted in about 5 or 6 hours of sleep, and caused an excessive intake of caffeine every day.  I still drink coffee, but only a couple cups each morning to get the blood flowing.

Why does Buddy insist on peeing in inappropriate locations?  I have cleaned the cat boxes more frequently (there are 6 in the house for 3 cats).  I have sprayed him with water when he backs up against the walls.  I have swatted his behind when he lifts his tail on my couch or chairs.  I have even invested in expensive cat-calming pheromones that plug into the outlets.  I have resigned myself to putting down plastic runners along his favorite walls and wrapped my couch cushions in plastic bags.   If he wasn't such a lover and great "purr-er," I would try and find him a different home.  But once I pick them up they are my responsibility for the rest of their lives.  What a sucker.

What additional incentives do I require to get on with my plans?  I keep having vague plans about what I would like to do and where I would like to go.  I just can't seem to stay focused.  Certainly this isn't an "age" thing.  Perhaps inertia related to the winter months is part of my problem. 

Getting on the treadmill daily has helped.  Although not really running yet, a good 3-mile walk every evening helps get the blood flowing and provides sufficient energy to consume what might be considered dinner and sit on the couch for my daily dose of mindless television.  This has got to stop!

 

"Retirement: World's longest coffee break." ~Author Unknown