I often start the moring with a photo of the sky. It has become a regular item in my daily life. I used to begin the day with a breakfast, shower and dress. At the same time my oldest son would also have to get ready for work, and so we were off together in the car at 7.00 a.m. I would drop him off at his workplace which was on the way to mine. I arrived in the office where I would switch on the computer for the daily work. In earlier days of working, when my son was still attending his school, I would call in at the supermarket on the way to the office to buy the daily necessaries for feeding the family.
Work routine was routine eventually: telephone calls, organising the delivery of goods all over the world and dealing with silly questions. The company paid you and so you did the work. They organised your life for 8 hours or more a day, even if you did not always agree. Slowly lunch time would approach and as if a magical broom swept through the office, all human remains disappeared. I was a working lady and had a family to take care of.
The next part of my life was going home to cook, or in later days, going to the supermarket for the daily shopping and eating a bite in the restaurant. Eventually the lights were switched off in the office the comupter left to itself and I would arrive home. There would be an evening meal to organise, a husband to feed when he arrived home from his work and eventually I could sit in front of the TV and relax and most probably fall asleep in front of the TV, which was an occupational hazard.
Those days are now gone, life changes and so do the situations. At last retirement arrived and I could do what I want and when I want to. I no longer had a company paying my wages, it is the state, but life continues.
Can someone tell me why I now rise in the morning, eat breakfast, have a shower and dress and perform the same actions in connection with cleaning my appartment every morning? Mr. Swiss tells me to take it easy, I am no longer a working woman. I have been thinking about this situation for some time, but when I am finished in the morning I feel good. It is not only a morning programme, but a weekly programme doing my bits and pieces. Mr. Swiss is right of coure, but why does he always drop in for a coffee somewhere when he goes to town on his morning excursions now and again? He also has his programme, we both do. We no longer work, we continue regardless. We still do our own thing because it is the pattern of our lives that we both seem to need.
I have been blogging regularly for many years most afternoons, I might take a walk with my camera sometime during the day and I will continue to read whatever book I happen to be reading at the moment because I want to.
It is my chosen way of life and Mr. Swiss has chosen his way of life. We still have things to tell each other at the end of the day or in between. It might be the same procedrure most days, but it never gets boring. We are just two geese with our own directions in life, but enjoy the moments of being together.