I retired about a year ago and I miss work! No, not really. What I really miss is the “routine” of work. Merriam-Webster defines the word, routine, as “a regular course of procedure.” Just knowing that I had to be somewhere at a certain time with a defined role for the day seems exhilarating. Is that the right word – for working?
“I find that having a job is one of the best things in the world that could happen to me. It introduces discipline and regularity into one’s life.” Wallace Stevens
My wife and I just got back from an Alaskan cruise and we really enjoyed it. But, all good things must come to an end, as they say. In the case of vacations, though, the ending part is a good thing. Don’t you appreciate your home, and your work a little bit more after being gone for a period of time? There’s something about getting back into a routine after being away from it. A routine makes me feel like I have some worth in my life and that something will get accomplished in a certain timeframe.
It may sound as if I don’t have anything to do in my retirement. That’s not the case. I won’t bore you with the things I love to do or the things that need to be done or my lengthy project list. So, in order to be a bit more focused and have that feeling of accomplishing things, I came up with a retirement routine. It’s actually a morning routine because there are things that must be done first (exercise, meditate, think, read, journal, have coffee, plan, etc.) before I can get on with the rest of the day. I have been practicing this morning routine for some time now and it feels great! Click on this morning routine if you would like to see what I do for the first 3-4 hours of my morning.
This list is taken directly from my Evernote app so you’ll see it change on occasion. This routine was designed for me and won’t work for everyone. And I have also given myself the flexibility to change it at any time I see fit. Please feel free to use my list and change it to fit your needs if you’d like.
“I do whatever works and change it when it no longer works.” Thich Nhat Hanh
Let me know what you think of my morning routine. I would like to hear about your routines. Do you get up early or stay up late? Do you like to write and what do you like to write about? Do you meditate or exercise? Please share.
I happen to run across this video this morning and thought I’d share it with you. It’s everything you ever wanted to know about coffee, and then some. Let me know what you think!
I bought a steel, insulated coffee mug several years ago at Starbucks that I cannot live without. Most mugs I buy end up in a cabinet, in the basement, or is given away. Some are too big to fit in the coffee holder in my car. Some don’t keep the coffee hot long enough. Some are too large and some too small. But this one mug that I’ve had for years is just perfect. It’s the right size and holds 12 ounces (tall size) of coffee. The lid fits snug and keeps the coffee hot for as long as the coffee lasts. The handle is corked on the inside as well as on the bottom. And it fits perfectly in my car coffee holder.
The cork on the handle came unglued once and it was easily repaired. When I go to Starbucks people tell me how they love my cup and I always tell them the same story. Starbucks sold it once and haven’t sold one since. I’ve even thought about writing a letter to Starbucks to urge them to reproduce the mug.
On a recent trip my wife, Jackie, and I had the opportunity to spend several hours in Seattle. We, of course, visited the Starbucks Reserve Roastery and bought a couple of different mugs, but nothing like my favorite one. I’m sure that one of them, if not both, will end up in the coffee mug underground world somewhere. We decided to walk down to the marketplace where the original Starbucks was located. The line was out the door and down the street. If you’re a Starbucks fanatic like I am though, a little line like that won’t keep you from entering the birth of the best coffeehouse in the world.
As we entered Starbucks my wife looked up to the left and grabbed my arm, “Is that your mug over there?” I said, “It looks like it but it’s probably just an illusion.” The place was packed but she managed to finagle her way through the masses and grabbed one of the mugs and was immediately stopped by one of the employees. “That’s only a display! You can’t buy that one!” She pleaded with her to let her show it to me. The mug had the original logo on it but it was the same style and same size. It was my mug! Finally! We found the mug! I bought two mugs and carried them both in their original boxes, through the airport, on the plane, to the bathroom (not really), and they are now sitting on the shelf in my kitchen – only to be opened in case of an emergency. Thanks, Jackie. You’re my hero!
Over coffee this morning I started thinking about my Uncle Vernon who died in WWII in the Battle of the Bulge, sometime in January of 1945. I hear the word “hero” used every day and the term no longer has meaning for the real heroes. I read a clip about my uncle written by John Potocki, called One Last Mission, whose father was in the same Infantry Division. He writes that “Pvt. Vernon Leathers lay mortally wounded on a cot in the bunker.” That’s the only memory I have of him being in the war. I’ve pictured him all these years thinking about what he must have been thinking before taking his last breath.
Uncle Vernon died about eight years before I was born. I don’t know what kind of uncle, or father, or husband he would have been. He never had that chance. On this Memorial Day, I would like to say Thank You to all the military men who never had a chance at life and went to war and died, not necessarily as a hero, but as an ordinary person who thought it was the right thing to do for this country. Thank you, Uncle Vernon!
Dinner with friends, especially friends that know our plant-based lifestyle, is always interesting. They know mostly that we’re not meat eaters and are concerned when they look at the menu. We tell them not to worry about us and that we always find something to eat. Out of curiosity, some will ask us, “What don’t you eat?” I’ll tell them that we do our best to stay away from meat, fish, dairy, eggs, processed foods, and minimum oil. But because these foods are so prevalent, we can’t always have fresh, healthful, nutrient-dense food. They always have that look on their faces, like “what the heck can you eat, then?” That question is rarely asked. Another question that is rarely asked is, “why” do we eat the way we do?” We are so accustomed to eating a certain way that eating the way we do seems a bit quirky and odd to most of our friends. I understand all that. And that is something I will discuss in another post.
Our waiter worked his way around the table and when he got to us, we simply asked if the chef would be willing to remove the meatballs and cheese from the spaghetti and meatballs entree and substitute whatever fresh vegetables they might have to cook in the tomato sauce? The waiter said with a smile on his face, “Sure, we can do that!” In the meantime, he brought us some minestrone soup and an appetizer that had beets, faro, and sprouts that was absolutely delicious. When he brought our meal out it looked fantastic! There were mushrooms, zucchini, green peppers, onions, spinach, artichokes – and it was incredible! The waiter told us that he had taken it upon himself to prepare our meal – said he, too, was a cook and took pride in his preparation. We were pleasantly surprised and very thankful.