Butt Sitting

I'm going to be 'retiring' soon. Actually, changing my domicile and the way I've lived my life for the past thirty-eight years. For the first time, in all those years, I won't be getting up early and going to work. Which is why I say I am 'retiring', even if it strictly isn't so, in a Social Security sense of the word.

"You'll be bored," I've been warned. "You're much too active to retire now. You're not the type to sit on your butt all day," someone else added. Hmmmm, I would be? Bored, what the deuce is that?

Truth is, I'd welcome a little butt sitting. It's been too long since I've even had the time or inclination to sit and read a book. Too many other things I 'should' be doing. I'm a person who has collected hobbies the way a little boy collects pets or rocks. I sew. I quilt. I bake and try fancy gourmet dishes sometimes. I used to play the piano a long time ago and there's a pump organ waiting in our new home in Arizona to be played upon. Recently, I've gotten into scrapbooking but I haven't had the time to produce much yet. Bill and I dive, play golf and take lots of photos. We ride Harleys and plan on rock collecting in the desert and he's got plans to remodel the house. I'm also planning on writing another book. So bored, I think not.

What I think might be nice would be some Butt Sitting. Time to just sit and enjoy the red mountain that gazes down at me from the Arizona sun room. Time to remember what it was like before life got so frantic, it was hard to find myself. Time to sit and stroke my cats or play with my parrots or walk the puppy down the cute little streets of Superior. So ask me in a year if I'm tired of Butt Sitting and I might have an answer for you.