Bozeman Days Are Too Short
I thought retirement was going to be relaxing. It’s not. I’m busier now than I ever was working. Why is that?
Am I not in control of my own destiny? And the other problem — there just doesn’t seem to be enough hours in the day to get everything done.
I realize we have more hours of daylight at this time of year than other places I’ve lived. Am I my own worst enemy when it comes to time management?
Does the extra daylight trigger something in my brain that makes me feel guilty for just sitting, relaxing, and watching the world go by?
Summer Creates More Work
The hours in winter are much better. Not going out in the cold is a great incentive to stay indoors and over time there’s less to do.
The more you clean the less cleaning is necessary. Does that make sense?
In summer I have to plant, and mow and string trim and water and rake and on and on. It never seems to end.
Fall Is Just Around The Corner
Fall will mean leaves and more raking. My life is a living hell in the summertime. Then I have to contend with all the upcoming holidays too.
Some Final Thoughts
In San Diego, my former hometown, it was 75 degrees every day. At least you could plan better. Mowing once a week and automatic sprinklers. Life was good.
Here, every time I turn around there’s a change of seasons and my whole schedule is upended. Turn on the water in spring turn it off in fall. It’s always something.
Mow then snow blow.
While I do love living in the Last Best Place on Earth it does come with challenges. But I guess that goes with the territory and the great views.
I’d write more but I have to go set up the sprinklers and string trim.