Gardenlover
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I look forward to my first cup of coffee in the morning and reading a good book in the evening.
That’s sounds a lovely day Marg.......my type of day !!Having always been an early-riser, morning-time for me is the greatest of all.
I wake long before most, so mornings are peaceful, quiet, and relaxing. I sit quietly savouring my morning coffee, often losing track of time. I ponder what my day will hold, and I do it at my own speed, not at the speed of some self-serving employer. I am the boss of my own life, I don't have anyone directing me or telling me what to do or how to do it and when.
If I have laundry to do I like to have it laundered and hanging on the outdoor line drying by 7 am. The air is always so fresh and clean, there's no ruckus, there's no traffic, no noise pollution, and no sign of people. The birds are signing, there's a calm in the air, and it reminds me just how good life is.
I can't think of a better or more rewarding way to welcome the start of each day.
It truly is, Charry.That’s sounds a lovely day Marg.......my type of day !!
How different people are. My day starts at 5:45, that's when I wake to Bill Haley's: "Rock Around The Clock." My jukebox alarm clock plays that famous song as a way of awakening me from my slumber. However, Mr. Haley & Co, don't get up early enough to arouse me from my sleep. I beat the alarm clock 99 times out of a 100.I ponder what my day will hold, and I do it at my own speed, not at the speed of some self-serving employer. I am the boss of my own life, I don't have anyone directing me or telling me what to do or how to do it and when.
You're one of the lucky ones, Horseless. Few people get to enjoy such a luxury when it comes to slavery.How different people are. My day starts at 5:45, that's when I wake to Bill Haley's: "Rock Around The Clock." My jukebox alarm clock plays that famous song as a way of awakening me from my slumber. However, Mr. Haley & Co, don't get up early enough to arouse me from my sleep. I beat the alarm clock 99 times out of a 100.
At six-thirty I'm at work, straight into the cut and thrust of working life. For some that is probably so sad. In fact I have been called, sad on many occasion, but truth be told, I spent two years retired and climbed the wall with boredom. But now, every morning, I am up, shaved, showered and scrubbed with the desire to, "let me at it."
I'm at work until late morning, then I usually stop off at home for a couple of hours before getting back into the fray, finishing around half six in the evening. It fills my day like no other buzz. One of my cohorts would often chastise me for working well into my seventies, but even he looked suitably chastised when I told him to mind his own business, then showed him the pay check that I receive every month. He even accepted my offer of a second round of drinks, seeing as I was so well paid.
::hugs:: @charryJust getting through the day, is enough for me !!
Marg, I have seen that scenario so many times and despite the picture that I portrayed, I do have an empathy with those for whom their working life is that of one long drudgery. Long may your husband be retired, my wishes to him is to be busy and fulfilled in his retired years. To that I would add that I hope you both get more time to share the simple pleasure of each other's company. There's nothing like courting the lady that has always been, and still is, the centre of your life. Tonight my beautiful lady got, roses, with gypsophilia and freesias, along with a small bottle her favourite tipple, Baileys, because she's worth it.You're one of the lucky ones, Horseless. Few people get to enjoy such a luxury when it comes to slavery.
I see how unhappy my husband is, how he has slowly started to crawl into a shell, all because of being a slave to someone else. He has had it, he's done, and he's down to counting the days until he can walk out of his office for the last time. His heart isn't in it no more... never truly was, he worked to live and to support his family, that's all. No reward at the end of the day, not even a thanks.