Officially retired – June 30th was the last day I worked for Big Oil. It was not the kind of last day I expected. There was cake and gifts, lots of hugs and tears from coworkers in my office, and lots and lots of phone calls from people, contractors, and vendors I’ve worked with for more than 20 years (some I’ve never met in person). For one thing, I didn’t know people really cared so much whether I showed up or not. The other thing is that I continued to get calls for help and requests for me to sit in on meetings…like clear up until I quit answering the phone at 5 PM. The last two things I did were record my out-of-office voice message greeting and automatic email reply. Signing off…forever.
So, I’ve been retired now for five business days (Monday was a holiday). I think because I’ve not had a vacation since last summer, it only seems like a really great vacation so far – the kind I’ve always wanted to take but never did, where I just stay home for a whole week. I’ve been messing around in the garden, reading, rummaging, and doing some house cleaning…but I’ve not done anything significant yet (besides scrub the kitchen floor…you just have no idea what kind of filth we live in here).
There’s no rush, right? Wrong…I have to get my office space cleaned up. I dragged books and boxes of personal stuff home from the office and stacked it in my “office”…which is really still the dining room with a giant, piled up table, boxes of stuff from my brother’s house, boxes of dishes from my grandmothers (both of them), and just some boxes of miscellaneous crap that I think is mostly kids’ school papers (that I think can be trashed). It’s such a cluttered mess it’s hard to work in. Tomorrow – I start on it! Er…well…maybe Monday. Tomorrow is supposed to be clear and sunny – if so, I’m taking my kayak out.
I brought my office plants home. The big one is a bit shaken up. I set it in the darkest corner of the porch because I was worried that the afternoon sun might not agree with it. Some leaves are turning yellow so perhaps it’s time to move it where it gets more light. I good friend at one of the refineries shipped a splendid present to me – a bonsai gardenia. Alas, it’s already failing; I doubt it will ever bloom before it dies. It’s planted in a wonderful ceramic oval pot though. When the gardenia dies, I’ll plant something else in it.
|My porch jungle :)|
|Corn plant in the darkest corner|
Sarah gave me a whole tray of unusual succulents. Now I must decide whether to repot all my succulents into one large bowl, or maintain two succulent gardens. I’ve not decided yet, but a bigger bowl is on its way thanks to Amazon. I can put them all in one, or just put the new ones in the new bowl. At this point, my mind is not made up.
My flowers on the back porch make me happy. The deer don’t eat what is planted on the porch (perhaps they are afraid to climb the steps). I wish the Japanese Beetles were afraid of the steps. The beetles eat the petunias and Verbena. Every time I step outside, there are a dozen or so beetles munching away at my flowers.
Sarah’s friend is going to come and do some building for me. She says if I show him a picture, he can build anything. ANYTHING?? A potting bench, raised beds, a little greenhouse perhaps, a fire pit, perhaps some other landscaping, install a door (because I’m too impatient to do it), and do some repairs. A talented handyman is worth more than his weight in gold.
Gracie and I are spending more time together. She’s my shadow.