Being retired brings the usual question "So what do you do with your time, now that you are retired". Well, we spend a lot of our time hunting for the pills we drop. Have you ever tried to find a tiny pill that is almost white on a white vinyl floor? And, invariably the stupid pill rolls under the stove. But, you can't leave it there. First, you should be taking the pill for whatever ails you and second, you need to know which pill it is that you did not take, for whatever ails you. Then, when you take the bottom drawer out of the stove to find the pill that you need to take for whatever ails you, you find all kind of debris that has found its way under the stove over the past week or weeks or perhaps even months and you can't just leave it there so you have some cleaning to do at that point.
In addition to hunting for lost pills I began the day with my usual walk, then stretches (which eliminates the need for taking more pills), then making pancakes for breakfast, (which probably contributes to the need for pills) a haircut for Wayford, mowing the lawn (which takes all of 15 minutes, including the time to get the mower out of the garage) helping Wayford peel 5 pounds of potatoes for potato salad for lunch at church tomorrow, (my hand won't allow me to peel potatoes and his hip won't allow him to mow the lawn so we trade places at this point) a visit to Linda's garage sale, and, oh, yes, cleaning the toilets. So, next time you probably won't ask "what do you do with your time, now that you are retired."
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