What day is This?

This retirement thing is all new, but especially crazy when one has been thrown out into the wilderness to experience this new phenomenon. Don't get me wrong I'm not hating it or anything, I'm just trying to get used to it. 


But my husband on the other hand is just fine. He has found himself the perfect little world to live in and he is as happy as a clam. 
Go with the flow he says. You know,  don't worry today over something you can do tomorrow or again next Thursday. 


Why he doesn't even know which day it is half the time...
We had this conversation the other day:
" Tomorrow, I'll go get my Nebraska License and get plates for the car," he said. 
"Well, you can only go on Thursdays to do that and today is Thursday," I said. 
"WHAT! Why didn't you tell me?" 
He was genuinely distraught. 
"I don't know. I guess I thought you would know what day it is, " I said. 


It doesn't bother him trying to figure out what time the post office is open or closed.  
I have had a stack of books in the car for three days now because every time we go to the post office it is closed. We've missed it two times by half an hour. Once because they closed for lunch and once because they just closed early. 


Yesterday he went into mail packages, missed it by an hour this time. He decided to check out the thrift store for a new treasure or two but when he got to the door they put out the CLOSED sign just as he was walking in. 
"If I'd known it was going to close so soon, I would have gone to the grocery store last," he said.
He spent to much time in the grocery looking for parsnips.  


He has taken to making bread every other day...
building shelves... you should see my pantry and laundry room....
and finding new recipes...
I'm not complaining, he is an excellent cook. Today we are going to have cabbage soup. He finally was able to find parsnips. 
We will start our diet on Monday....If we can figure out when Monday is:) 


At least we found an ATM that is open 24/7..
We needed to get money for popcorn at the little theater in town.
They show one movie Friday, Saturday, and Sunday each week.  
We were going to see Mission Impossible. When we pulled up he said,
"They are knocking them dead tonight in town my love, look at all the cars." 
Yep, there were around 6 trucks parked in front instead of the normal 3. 
At least he didn't ask " Which movie are we seeing?" when he walked in this time. 


So my sweet husband is enjoying retirement life... 
and I'm not complaining, I have more time to write, and read, and knit. I do miss 
my grand kids though. 


I'm pretty sure it's Sunday, and we are going to check out a new church this morning.
Hopefully this time they won't ask me what possessed us to move here. 
I'll let you know.